One evening, my husband and I decided to take a drive along the river, following the water's edge down to the lighthouse that stands at the entrance to the great lake. We found a town filled with flower boxes and little shops. We stopped to look at boats in a marina, walked down a pier where kids were fishing, and looked at the wind farm across the river. We bought snacks at a campground store across from a big correctional facility that had fenced topped with rolls of barbed wire. Alongside the road, high on a pole, we saw an osprey nest.
What a landscape of contrasts!
ReplyDeleteOn our last visit to see my family in Ohio, J and I saw an osprey nest by the lot where the city impounds cars. Across the highway, there's an eagle nest on the grounds of a concrete and gravel company. Raptors don't seem to mind industrial landscapes as long as they are unmolested there.
ReplyDeleteI find kinship with ospreys in their ramshackle domestic circumstances. No yard to mow, no garden gnomes. I bet they're totally stealing from the power company, running a server farm and relaying spam from eastern European cartels.
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