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  Early this morning, Mark and I made our daily trek down the board path and to the end of the pier.  A heavy frost covered the ground and pier boards making the walk a bit slippery but we made it to the end without sliding off the edge.  While there, we marveled at how the north wind had pushed the water far out from the shore and left all sorts of logs, snags and debris exposed.  Suddenly a high pitched screech startled us.  A lone osprey was sitting on a post at my brother's pier to our west.  The bird was watching us intently but never seemed to be frightened.

  After a bit, we decided to head back to the warmth of the Little Bayou House and leave the bird in peace.  I fully expected the osprey to vacate this roosting spot shortly after we left but about noon, I heard his familiar screech again.  I eased back down to the pier to find our friend still in the same spot.  I pondered if the bird was ill or hurt but he seemed fine.  Later this evening when I took the old dog out for his final run, the bird was on my mind.  PJ and I made our way back to the pier only to find the osprey still on the same post.  This was worrisome.  It is not like the osprey to linger too long in any one spot.

  Early tomorrow morning, I will brave the slippery pier once again to check on my friend.  Hopefully, I will find that he has "flown the coop" and is busy hunting for breakfast.  If not, a quick run to my brother's pier may be in order.  My bird friend might just need a bit of help.  I love these magestic birds!