Living next to wilderness offers a seat in some of the most intriguing experiences. Yesterday an osprey hit at a fish in the river and then being unable to lift it out it used its wings to swim to the base of our seawall where it set for 30 minutes flapping its wings trying to dry them enough to fly. Betty and I eventually found a log in the woods and placed it in the river next to him and he released the fish and climbed aboard. The log eventually floated to our newly placed rip rap and he jumped off onto the big rocks where he spent the next two hours with us drying off and preening himself. With exclamations and prayers, we celebrated as he soared off. And in the middle of the night our motion light went off and I got up to find three deer in our front yard, two grazing, one bedded down for the night their eyes, silver orbs as they looked at me. I opened the door and told them to go find somewhere else to be. They lopped off like teenagers.
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