This weekend marks the third year I've been doing this blog. I've found some new friends, and invited others to do guest posts. I've enjoyed sharing things with readers, like my idea for my new book, "Say Cheese Before You Die" and exposing my inadequacies in "The Earnestness of Being Important." But mostly I've enjoyed sharing my precarious relationship with the wildlife.
A couple of weeks ago I lugged a sixteen pound bag of cat food across the parking lot at the Jantzen Beach Shopping Center and heard the insistent call of a bird. I looked up in time to see an Osprey gliding overhead. But the desperate command continued, and I looked around the parking lot until I found it.
The Osprey nest, on top of a light fixture in the middle of the parking lot, was occupied. I used to see Osprey when I kayaked on the Northwest rivers, watching as they circled the river in search of a tasty fish dinner. The Osprey is a large raptor, though not as big as an eagle. Their nests are huge, and they like to use flat surfaces. I would think it would get warm on top of the light fixture. Will the branches catch fire?