My Buddy Rocky…..

ospreyI was asked (via Zero to Hero) to branch out, find some new blogs to view and I’ve really enjoyed it.  During a tag search on “Conservation” I came across “deceptively composed” a very well laid out blog created by Robin. Her post that day was of the day she became a “tree-hugger”. A memory of a day with her grandfather and her introduction to endangered species. Her grandfather had built a nesting platform for Osprey on his waterfront SE Virginia property and together they viewed the inhabited nest with fledglings and all. Today Robin has two advanced science degrees and is a dedicated “tree-hugger”.  I commented on Robins post and how inspiring her story was to me.

Back in 2008, I had moved into the house in Naples. One day in February I was hard at work in the yard. It was one of those  cool spring mornings, South Florida’s greenhouse atmosphere was still months away. I was walking from the front of the property to the garage when from way in the distance above me I could hear a tumult of screeching the likes of which I’d never heard before. Through the bright sky I could just make out a very young Osprey way above me screaming at the top of its lungs, in an upright pose, as if searching for something to light upon but way above the tree line. In that instant the young fledgling went into a dive, for perhaps another forty feet and again returned to the upright pose and again was screaming at the top of it’s lungs…..I realized then that it was a baby on it’s first flight. Just then I heard the screech of another Osprey, an adult, in a tree in my back yard. I quickly surmised that this was a parent of the fledgling who had probably escorted the young bird to that height and was teaching the fledgling to fly and was now asked to land….In an instant I named this young bird “Rocky”.  Rocky continued his pattern of diving and slowing and screaming for what seemed like hours. I bet it felt like days to this young aviator but he finally landed, quite clumsily on another nearby tree.

The spring and early summer of 2009 had “Rocky” and his parents visiting my property on a daily basis. I’d be in the house and he’d light on that same tree and screech and I’d go out my backdoor and say “Hello, Rocky!” I was even able to locate his birthing nest in a nearby park. If you click this link Rocky’s Sunrise you’ll find a sunrise photo of a tree in the park and if you look very carefully you can spot Rocky and his parent sitting there. I felt truly blessed by my time with Rocky. When ever I hear an Osprey’s screech…..I often say,  out loud…”Rocky?”……You never know?


About Reinhard Marton

30+ years a student of the World of Technology.
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4 Responses to My Buddy Rocky…..

  1. Robin says:

    That was a lovely story and I thoroughly enjoyed it! Thank you so much for the shout-out! I’m so honored, especially as I’m totally new to this world.

  2. M. R. says:

    I find that as I get older, my love of birds grows stronger. Maybe it has to do with their soaring freedom’s being an offset against the creeping ‘paralysis’ of age. Dunno. But some of the world’s most beautiful birds are the raptors; and I consider you honoured to have had so marvellous a friendship, Reinhard. Birds aren’t stupid: he must’ve divined that you’re a nice bloke.

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