Good Afternoon, as know I have been watching the young Ospreys at Loch Garten since the eggs were laid way back in April, out of the three eggs the proud parents have managed to raise two fully fledged birds, they are now able to fly a few hundred yards and are as yet not fishing for themselves. When I was on the site today I noticed the poem I am copying for your amusement. Deshar is the name given to the young male bird and his big sister is called Nethy. Hope you enjoy this poem as much as Stu and I did………..
Patrick Preston is in his 17th year as a volunteer at Operation Osprey. Every year he writes a poem, this year we have decided to put it on the blog. ENJOY
Who’d have a bigger sister
you wouldn’t out of choice.
She’s pushy and she’s greedy
and she’s got the loudest voice.
I used to have a chance
when I was second in the queue.
But after titch gave up the ghost
those chunks of fish were few.
She’s only two days older
but she thinks that she’s queen bee.
“I’m bigger, better, nay – the best,
just follow after me”.
“I’ve flown across to that old tree
why don’t you have a try?”
“Give me some space to flap my wings –
I’ll show you I can fly”.
When I can fly I’ll learn to fish
before she gets the knack.
Then what I catch I’ll eat myself
and not bring any back.
When she gets older and comes back
to find herself a mate.
He’ll be hen pecked all the season
but I’ll leave him to his fate.
By Patrick Preston
Operation Osprey Volunteer.
Till next time Love