I have a feeling the osprey story in North Vancouver is about to change significantly, but here is my update as of Friday evening, July 2nd.
To fill in anyone who may be a new reader, I have been following two osprey nests:
- Lawrence and Olivia. They successfully raised what many guessed to be their first chick last summer (Rose), but although they have mated this year, it perhaps didn't "take" and they do not seem likely to raise any young this season. Lawrence continues to woo Olivia, but she appears uninterested. Their nest is on the pylon at the front of the 2nd picture below. (Double-click on the photo if you wish to enlarge it, and use the back browser to return to the post. That possibly will not work for the first two photos as I had some difficulty with blogger when I loaded them, but should work for the others.)
- Jonny and Jewel: This pair has been around for many years, and are in a nest in the shipyard far to the right of the picture below. People who have observed them for several years guess that they are getting quite old, but they presently have two chicks in the nest, and appear to be doing okay, although Jonny has quite a few feathers missing from his right wing. Photos are hard to get as the nest is so high and in an area of very high security. The people who work in the shipyard set up the platform for their nest, and have also put a tree branch into the crane. (I thank them!) It is shown in the first picture. Jonny frequently uses that branch as a perch when he is looking for fish.
So, why are things about to change? Well, on Friday evening, when I stopped by on the way home from school, this pile driver was being set up. I didn't know what it was, but Bill explained its purpose, and told me they make a terrible noise. There was no sign of Lawrence. I checked again the following morning, but again, not a glimpse of Lawrence.
This barge, full of logs was brought right up to the side of the pile driver, and my guess is that, perhaps, the marina is going to be expanded. I am sad about this. Last summer was such a rich one, with up to 40 seals basking on floats in front of the marina, very active ospreys, and all kinds of wildlife regularly swimming or flying by. When the floats were removed, most of the seals left, and now, I worry about the noise of the pile driver, and fear that the remaining wildlife will flee the area forever. I hope I'm wrong.
These next two pictures show the last time I saw Lawrence. It was on Wednesday, June 30. I didn't see Olivia that day, but Lawrence was continuing to fish and to bring sticks in to the nest.
The next pictures were taken on Thursday, the 24th of June. Jonny is just flying onto a ship perch, where he watches over the chicks while Olivia flies down to the river to take a bath.
I was a long distance away, so the photos are poor, but here, Jewel finishes bathing, and takes a piece of seaweed with her, as she flies to a perch..
..to the nest, where I suspect she used the seaweed and her still wet body to cool off the chicks. The sun had been strong that day, and shining directly into their very exposed home.
This next set of pictures were taken on Friday, June 25th.
The next two photos are of Jonny and Jewel. The picture is poor, but shows Jonny's missing feathers in the right wing. He lands (with a fish) in the nest beside Jewel,
The rest of the pictures in this post were taken on Sunday, June 27th. That was the last time I saw Lawrence and Olivia together. In the morning, the tide was out, and I was able to get some close shots of Lawrence working on the nest.
It was comical to watch Lawrence try to arrange it correctly. He had such a look of concentration on his face.
This piece of bark was so large, Lawrence's face was almost completely hidden. It is really interesting to see the variety of materials that go into the building of a nest.
She called and called in a very persistent voice. He tried his best to find a fish, rarely taking his eyes off the water. (Please forgive my unabashedly anthropomorphic interpretation of events.)
Suddenly, she moved to the back of Lawrence, neck darting from side to side.
Lawrence appeared desperate to please her. He flew off, I assumed, to look for a fish elsewhere.
Olivia flew away a second later.