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June 14, 2007


Jan O'Keefe

I spent years sailing Downeast and there was no such thing as a navigational marker of height without an osprey nest on top. It was always such a joy to sail close enough to the nests to get a good look at what was inside...eggs or chicks...or at least, like in the case of this story, to hear the piercing squawking from above! Thank you for raising some wonderful memories for me, Paul. Nice story! Jan O'Keefe



here's a link to my Baylands' birds - favorites are the white pelicans (june-dec) and the ever-elusive night herons.If only a California freeway weren't nearby....

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