And very good hello to all. If you will indulge me for a few lines of a song rotating around my mind shortly after our last image of “our” female. This song, in choir, recalls for me a past poignant tribute to a beautiful teen aged woman tragically killed in a car accident. It is credited to Gordon Light and found in the Book of Common Praise, Anglican Church of Canada. Excerpts as follow;

She comes sailing on the wind, her wings flashing in the sun, on a journey just begun, she flies on…

And in the passage of her flight, her song rings out through the night, full of laughter, full of light, she flies on….

Silent waters rocking on the morning of our birth, like an empty cradle waiting to be filled, and from the heart of God the spirit moved upon the earth, like a mother breathing life into her child…

The season, the year continues. Parents efforts are securely planted and two young new creatures have the world ahead. “Our” male solidly continues to do what he has done; care for his offspring. Yes, there must be a sense of separation amongst all of the individuals. Yes, there must be a sense of the unknown. However the skills, health and fine weather that we continue to have boad well for the “our” three resident osprey at the Loch of the Lowes. Rinchen