At the Beach Atop a Pole
The Osprey, nesting,
cracked on creatively.
Built her nest
in rare remove
atop a high pole
made to hold
street lights
near the beach.
See her muddle
of cracked and sturdy
twigs: the chick
lording it –
going truly crackers
at whoever comes near.
Benita H. Kape (c) 19.11.2019
My daughter noticing the nest came closer to take a photo and the chick had plenty to say about her invasion of space.
This is written for –
benitakape 
Wonderful to read and to see.
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Thank you.
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Most welcome
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The ospreys in this area build their nests on the cell phone towers beside the river.
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Thanks for sharing that. I’ve never seen them and this picture was taken in Queensland, Australia. I live in New Zealand. So it was google where I got info that there they usually go for high dead trees in which to nest. So interesting that they go to those man-made heights for nesting.
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Quirky ones those. Thanks for dropping by to read mine Benita
Much✏love
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So lovely to be reading your poem Gillian. And much love to you.
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Oh, I LOVE your use of the word here, and even more so, your use of the word “muddle” to describe a nest. How perfect.
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I am so pleased I managed to write a poem for your quadrille prompt And a really good prompt. Not a word I’d use very often. But having started I did put a little time into my editing here. Sometimes in poetry things happen and you ask yourself ‘where did that gift come from?’ Nice to be along on the Quadrille ride.
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That is an interesting place to nest. Right out in the open.
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It looks so vulnerable to the weather. Wonder how those twigs are held there.
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Ae, that’s what I thought Frank. Makes us think about the intelligence of the bird, or it’s utter faith.
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Wow, that looks so vulnerable. I love your repeated cracks, lots of fun here.
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I don’t know where this came from because to use the phrase “crack on” is not in common use here in New Zealand as it might be in Britain.
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This is wonderful Benit! I love Osprey. Used to love to watch them fly down out of the tops of the conifers, that grew tall around the lake shores. They would fish when I was in my drift boat high up in the Cascades catching trout. Here in Seattle we also call Osprey — Seahawks!
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Thanks for coming by Rob. Enjoyed hearing about your Osprey. Seattle, a place I would have loved to have visited but I doubt my small travels will take me that far now.
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Beautiful! Can’t blame the chick for being protective!
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Too true Astrid. This was in a fairly remote town in Queensland, a place where all communities are remote and yet it was chosen here to nest. I thought it marvellous that the chick let my daughter know she was there, so hard to pick her out of all that twig muddle. Another intelligent process in nest making.
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An urbanized osprey, making the best of his citified world. Amusing thought.
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Hi Beverley. Thanks for coming by. See what I said to Astrid, just above here.
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I bet it is warm on top of that light fixture for the chick. Sounds like the chick was quite sassy.
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Ae, My daughter said it was.
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How wonderful to have an osprey in such a setting ..
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I am always snapping up my daughter’s photos to make something more for them. Sometimes it’s the only way I get family to look at my poems 😉
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What strength can be made from “her muddle
of cracked and sturdy twigs”
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Yes, even a bird proud as this seems to know a thing or two about strength Ali.
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