2024-2:  Good for the Gander

Ethel, on Nest 2, calls out her greetings to the New Female on Nest 1. Mr. Bennet stands behind Ethel.

After Mark-8 threw her off Nest 1, Ethel settled into Nest 2 and Mr. Bennet brought her fish. Then Mark-8 brought a new female to Nest 1. Ethel freaked out. She flew between Nest 2 and Marker 8 over and over and over. Mr. B finally calmed her with more fish.

The new female settled into Nest 1. Ethel laid an egg in Nest 2. Mark-8 dive bombed Ethel as she incubated. Henceforth, New Female followed every time Ethel left Nest 2; followed her out, followed her back. A few times New Female dive bombed Ethel on Nest 2, as Mark-8 had done.

Mr. Bennet and Ethel failed to form a commitment.

Mr. B split a day or two before Mother’s Day when Ethel left Nest 2 long enough for two Canada geese to stomp flat anything inside before going on their way. Ethel split the next day. Thus began something akin to the musical chairs game.

Mr. B returned a few days later to a whirl of popularity, including food begging from Mark-8’s New Female.

Mark-8 “mantling” his food to protect it from theft. Probably New Female on the pier with him. The female on Nest 1 is unknown, she could even be Natasha, she has a dark bib and face. But she’s not Ethel who is screaming at them from Nest 2, shown in photo above.

Ethel reappeared, shooed New Female and Yet Another female off Nest 2. She and Mr. B tried again to commit. Mr. B tried again to dump her. But Ethel never severed ties with a male who had once delivered fish.

And Ethel had laid an egg in Nest 2, which has appeared to Osprey observers to impart a sense of proprietorship. Mr. B appeared to accept Ethel’s presence in his nest as legitimate, though he no longer treated her as a mate, he also didn’t try to push her off.

I named Mark-8’s new mate, a bit awkward, like your friend’s ex-husband’s new wife. They’d laid no eggs but they lasted the season. Plus, I wanted to try out my new nomenclature. I named her NF1 for New Female, Nest 1.

In weird 2024, it had seemed the right time to funnel into an Excel doc my variously detailed (and not) observations regarding the 10 Ospreys I’d named. As I’ve done regarding everything for my entire life, the notes were jotted on paper scraps, my phone, in  blah-blah-blah yuk on the laptop, even in quasi organized logs in random and unorganized notebooks.

Previous Episode: 2024-1: A Population Blip
Next Episode: 2024.3:  A Nest Too Far

Comments

Leave a Reply

Discover more from Island Creek Ospreys

Subscribe now to keep reading and get access to the full archive.

Continue reading