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03 in Action

Over the last few days the new photographic hide at Horn Mill Trout Farm has enabled several lucky photographers to get some fantastic photos of 03(97) catching trout. The latest is Geoff Harries who has kindly sent this sequence of 03 catching a fish yesterday evening. Thanks Geoff!

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Ken’s Diary Chapter Ten

Over to Ken for the tenth chapter of his much-enjoyed diary….

“High Noon (and High Drama!) at Site B.”

11.50am, Tuesday July 22nd : I spot a distant figure approaching the watch point. It’s my relief observer. I rapidly complete the notes, gather my belongings and prepare to leave for the last time this season. Fortunately, today I am able to provide a positive report on the morning’s events for my anxious colleague, who takes my place behind the telescope and prepares for her solitary vigil. I wish her (and the Ospreys)  well, and begin my final walk back through the flower-strewn and butterfly rich meadows. I stop at the gate and look back. All appears well. He is there, of course, still on his fish, while his young wait. I flick back through the pages of my notebook. For me, this is how the saga unfolded……

Tuesday July 8th : Morning : A fine and sunny morning after torrential rain and thunderstorms yesterday. Abigail and I watch in nervous anticipation – the juvenile male (6K) is on the point of fledging, and we desperately hope it will be during our shift. JW is parked a short distance away, also awaiting the first flight. 03 is on the perch, still and apparently oblivious to his 32nd chick’s imminent maiden flight. We look more closely – is he all right? His head frequently drops and the membranes across his eyes flick over. A look at yesterday’s notes show that he hardly moved at all then either, and has not fished, to anyone’s certain knowledge, for a long time. He sat through yesterday’s storms and looked thoroughly miserable. Our concern is rising. JW comes over and confirm that he does indeed appear unwell. Maybe an infection? Or a parasite ingested from a fish or the water? No-one knows. All we can do is wait, watch and record – the three essentials of detailed monitoring. Our spirits are lifted when, at 10.16 precisely, and with no warning, 6K launches into the air for the very first time and performs a circular flight lasting approximately one minute before landing rather roughly on his sister’s back as she watched him from the nest. It is a special thrill for Abigail to witness this, and I must admit it brought a lump to my throat too. Even the experienced JW has a broad smile on his face as he comes over to us and says : ‘Not a bad first flight, was it?’ We agree. More than ‘not bad’ – it was amazing. JW has captured the moment on camera. Our thoughts immediately return to 03, still unmoving, still a forlorn figure on the perch. His female left a while back, heading purposefully south towards the Reservoir. Is she going to fish? Does she know there is something wrong and realises she must undertake the role of provider? Meanwhile 6K, having tasted the freedom of flight, decides he likes it and flies several times before we have to leave. Barrie and Tricia arrive, and we bring them up to date. We have experienced the high elation of witnessing a first flight, and the intense anxiety of watching a creature in difficulties. We discuss possible outcomes as we walk back, but speculation is futile. We can only wait.

6K's first flight!

6K’s first flight! (Photo by John Wright)

 

Saturday July 12th : Afternoon : Many people have undertaken extra shifts in order to ensure full and accurate observation of 03’s condition, and to report back to the Team, who are assessing the situation minute by minute and preparing strategies depending on what happens. I join Barrie at 2.00pm. He and Tricia are particularly closely involved with 03, having assisted with his translocation in 1997 and the monitoring of his nest-building in 2000 and first breeding in 2001. The news I receive upon arrival is not good. 03 is still largely inactive, and in addition  to his other symptoms, his right wing appears to be injured, hanging limply down at his side when he is at rest. He can fly, however, and has been seen at the nest scrambling about in the cup, as if searching for food scraps. The female has brought fish in, and, in addition, the team made the timely decision to provide food for the whole family, by affixing fish to a platform nailed to the T-perch. This has been accepted, although most of it appears to have been eaten by the female and the juveniles, all of whom continue to be in good health.

Sunday July 13th : Afternoon : My regular afternoon shift at Manton Bay has been changed, and I am instead here at Site B to provide further updates for the Team about the condition of 03. The situation is largely as yesterday, but on the plus side he appears more alert and is moving about from nest to perch and back again. During a brief intrusion, he did not respond at first, but then took flight and pursued the visiting Osprey for a short time. In flight I detect a rather laboured up-stroke in the right wing, but it does not seem to impede his balance or direction. When at rest, the shoulder appears to be thrust forward, and the primary part of the wing still hanging loosely. Overall, I feel he is no worse at least. His every move is described and listed in the notes. At the end of this, whichever way it goes, the log will provide an invaluable resource in discussing his travails. I hand over to Ivan and Lorna for the evening shift.

Tuesday July 15th : Morning : Barrie and I meet at our regular point before walking into the site. The news from yesterday has cheered us a little, and we spot him from a distance on a perch just below the nest. We are both conscious of the fact that we must not be over optimistic, but surely that wing is being held a little more tightly to the body now, and in flight we no longer detect that weaker stroke on the right side. His eyes are bright, his head constantly moving around and surveying the scene. The juveniles are increasing in confidence and taking longer flights away from the immediate vicinity of the nest. The female is doing a tremendous job, providing fish for the family. In addition, fish is being provided every day by the Team. 03 has every chance now of getting through this injury and returning to his old self, albeit with a little help from his mate and a team of dedicated watchers, some of whom have known him for most of his seventeen years. During our morning shift today, the female is away for a long time. She eventually returns with a fish. 03 himself also disappears over to the east – surely a sign that he is preparing to resume normal service. Proceed with caution appears to be the watchword. We brief our relief team before departing.

Tuesday July 22nd : Morning :  And so my final scheduled shift of the season arrives. There is a mist hanging over the site as I approach, and spiders’ webs filled with clear droplets of water hang loosely in the long grass and the ripened rape seed crop. At first I can see neither nest nor Ospreys, but just after 8.00am the mist lifts, and there they all are – he sitting regally on a perch adjacent to the nest, she on the nest itself and the two juveniles calling loudly from the ash trees. He looks much better – his white breast gleaming in the rising sun, the wing almost back to its correct position, the glint in the eye looking straight at me down the telescope. At 8.13 am 03 takes off and flies strongly away to the east, with no perceptible weakness or disability in his flight. I see in the notes that he has been going that way every day since his recovery began last week, as often as not returning with a good-sized trout that he has been finding over that way. Eighteen minutes later, the female leaves the site too, she going in a different direction, south-east, to a favoured fishing area of her own. I am left in the delightful company of the two juveniles, 6K and 7K, both of whom entertain me with regular, exuberant pleasure flights, lasting now up to fifteen minutes each, as they climb, soar, dive and tumble, before plummeting back to the nest with alarming speed. Their flights and landings are so assured now – so different from that maiden flight I witnessed just two short weeks ago! What a lot has happened since then! At 9.30 a silent dark shadow passes over the grass in the meadow in front of me. I look up to find an Osprey flying south to north above my head, heading straight for the nest. Both adults are away, and I know by the juveniles’ reaction that this is an intruder. 6K and 7K lie flat in the nest. The visitor circles once over the nest, and then passes on. Within seconds two heads shoot up and the juveniles resume their caterwauling : ‘We’re waiting for our breakfast.’ As the warmth increases and the sunshine intensifies, hordes of butterflies grace the meadow in front of me. As I write the notes, a dazzling Red Admiral settles on the back of my hand and drinks eagerly the droplets of perspiration it finds there. Eventually it flits away, and with the same hand I reach down into my sandwich box to finish a half-eaten snack, and find a Comma butterfly sipping the melted butter on an open cheese roll in the box! I hold back from eating until it has had its fill and flies off to find a more usual source of food! At 10.14 and again at 10.40, both juveniles fly and leave the site. For the first time since early April, there are no Ospreys here. An eerie silence pervades the wood. At this point I receive a text from Abigail, who was here with me on the day 6K fledged. ‘Monitoring Marsh Harriers at the mo’ is the simple message……Ospreys one week, Marsh Harriers the next…..When I was her age, there were no breeding Ospreys at all in England, and just one pair of Marsh Harriers! Some things, at least, are improving!

11.00 : The last hour of my shift, and my season, has arrived. The juveniles have returned, but no sign of the adults. After everything that has happened, it would be great to see 03 just one more time before I have to go…….

11.30 : Thirty minutes left. I scan the skies to the east, desperately willing him to re-appear. Nothing. I’m pretty sure I know where he has gone; it’s just a matter of the timing of his return. I start to change back into my boots for the return walk, pack up the remnants of my sandwich box, re-arrange the seats in the shed, when suddenly both juveniles leave the perch and return hurriedly to the nest with much calling, wing-flicking and agitation. I look up, and……..

11.35 : He’s there! It’s him, 03, his timing just perfect, and with a truly enormous trout grasped firmly in the undercarriage! I can’t believe it, my prayer has been answered. He sweeps around imperiously, once, twice, before landing with his prey on the T-perch just vacated by the juveniles. He feeds vigorously, hungrily, ignoring the pleas of his young to bring it to the nest. After ten minutes, 7K boldly flies to join him on the perch, but he is in no mood to share just yet. I revel in his presence. I could not have wished for a better conclusion to my season at Site B – a stunning view of 03 with his fish and his young. Only his mate is missing – but she will be back soon too, for sure.

11.50 : I spot a distant figure approaching the watch point. It’s my relief observer…………oh, this is where I came in. So, in musical terminology…… coda: return to beginning and repeat!

03(97)'s wing looking a little better

03(97) looking better. (Photo by John Wright)

 

 

A peaceful, easy feeling

It was a beautiful day today, the perfect day to spend some quality time watching Maya and 33(11) in Manton Bay. The opportunity arose this morning for Paul and I to split a shift in Waderscrape hide. It was lovely to spend some time down there. Both Ospreys were present in the Bay when I arrived, 33(11) was on the leaning perch and Maya was on the T-perch eating the remains of a fish. After she had finished, she gracefully took off from her perch and drifted on her huge wings down to the water, where she flew along dragging her feet through it to wash off the fish scales.

A little while later, I spotted another Osprey flying high above the Bay. It was too high to identify, unfortunately. Maya rose up to join it in the air, though she did not show much animosity towards it. They flew above the Bay for a few minutes, wheeling serenely in large loops, then disappeared. 33(11) continued to sit on his perch for a while, then he decided to follow his partner. They both arrived back about fifteen minutes later, and sat together on the T-perch. 

Manton Bay is truly beautiful, and it was lovely and peaceful down there this morning. The Reed Buntings were singing, Common Terns were flying elegantly by, a Grey Heron and a Little Egret were sitting together happily co-existing. I met some lovely, enthusiastic people, too. There was quite a bit of Osprey action, but even when they don’t do very much Ospreys are still amazing to watch! I could do it all day, but I had to go back to the Centre and hand over the remainder of the morning watch to Paul.

Below is a video of 33(11) bringing in the fish that Maya was eating this morning. When we turned on the camera first thing, she was on the nest food begging. Not long later, her behaviour indicated food was on its way, so we pressed record, and in he flew! Just the one fish today, but it was a much bigger one than the three he caught yesterday!

Maya

Maya food begging

33(11) delivering the fish

33(11) delivering the fish

 

Horn Mill Photography Hide – Special August Offer!

The newly-opened photography hide at Horn Mill Trout Farm near Empingham is starting to provide some brilliant views of fishing Ospreys. On Sunday Jason Wood took this great shot of 03(97) catching a trout. The hide is available to book during August for the special price of just £60 for a full day (5am-9pm). It is well worth it!

Jason Wood took this great photo from the Horn Mill hide on Saturday

Jason Wood took this great photo from the Horn Mill hide on Saturday

To find out more about the hide, including booking details, click here.

Making history part 5

Osprey number twelve arrives!

Part 5 - 25-28 July 1999

Here is what would have appeared if you had hit “click here”.

Part 5

 

Three little fishes

33(11) had a very busy day today. He went fishing three times in three hours! Here is a video of his first one - the tiniest fish I have ever seen brought to an Osprey nest! Maya seemed happy enough though.

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Maya waiting for her fish

The tiny fish

The tiny fish

 

An hour later, here is 33(11) delivering his second fish of the day, a bit bigger this time!

The second fish

The second fish

 

The third fish arrived at the nest at about 14:20.

The third fish!

The third fish!

 

Earlier this morning, an intruding Osprey visited Manton Bay. Maya and 33(11) were on the nest mantling, then the camera wobbled as the intruder landed on the perch. He flew off as soon as Maya left the nest to give chase. We didn’t manage to get a ring number unfortunately, but it looked like a male. He could be one of the non-breeding males we know we have around, or he could be another youngster!

Maya and 33(11) mantling

Maya and 33(11) mantling

 

Also, check out this photograph of a Kingfisher, taken from Waderscrape Hide by volunteer Martin Lusty. These lovely birds are being seen frequently from the hide recently.

Kingfisher from Waderscrape (photo by Martin Lusty)

Kingfisher from Waderscrape (photo by Martin Lusty)

 

Don’t forget, we have many exciting events coming up! Click the links to find out more.

Osprey Family Fun Day – Tuesday 29th July, 10am-3pm.

Evening Osprey Cruise – Wednesday 30th July, 4:30pm.

Osprey Ball – Friday 19th September, 7:00pm.

 

I’m a survivor

Male Osprey 03(97) is one whose reputation precedes him. Translocated in 1997, he was one of the first translocated birds to return in 1999. In 2001, he made history by putting Ospreys back on England’s breeding bird list! That year, he and an unringed female produced the first Osprey chick to hatch in Central England for 150 years!

Now approaching the conclusion of his fourteenth season of breeding at Rutland Water, 03(97) has raised a total of thirty-two chicks. Several of his offspring have returned to Rutland, and he currently has grand-children that are breeding! His legacy is immense. In the world of Ospreys, he is nothing short of a superstar.

A couple of weeks ago, we had a scare that his supremacy was beginning to fade. Worryingly, 03(97) underwent a period of apparent lethargy, where he hardly moved and did not go fishing. We thought perhaps it was an illness, or possibly old age, as he is seventeen years old now. However, it was noticed that his right wing was drooping slightly, indicating a potential injury. We kept a close eye on him and saw that he could fly when necessary, but not particularly strongly.

It is interesting that the adult female suddenly began to go fishing again. It is normal for females to do this after the chicks have fledged, but the youngest chick had not yet fledged, and the oldest only the day before. Generally females won’t fish again until the juveniles have been on the wing for at least a couple of weeks, and are flying strongly. I wonder what prompted her to deviate from her typical behaviour? Perhaps she decided she had waited long enough for 03(97) to go fishing and he clearly wasn’t, or maybe she sensed somehow that something was wrong.

However she knew, it was good news that she began fishing early, as it meant that the juveniles would not go hungry. What concerned us was that 03(97) was not getting a share of any of the fish that were brought in. When there was no sign of improvement in his condition after a couple of days, the decision was made to provide fish for him on a man-made platform atop his favourite perch.

For ten days we put out fish for 03(97), and waited anxiously for signs of recovery. Then, finally, amazingly, he began to improve. His flight began to look stronger, he spent more time away from the nest, hanging around the Horn Mill Trout Farm, and then one day he came back to the nest with a fish! This was a huge relief to us all.

We have continued to closely monitor 03(97)’s progress, and have ceased supplementary feeding. We have seen an enormous improvement in his condition, and he has been catching fish every day for the past week. It seems all he needed was some time in which to heal, and so by putting out fish for him we gave him the energy he needed to recover. We hope that he now has the necessary strength to complete his autumn migration. Six months relaxing in Africa should do him good, and fingers crossed for his safe return next season!

Here are some photographs of 03(97), showing his drooping wing. There are also some brilliant pictures of the two juveniles, and of 6K(14)’s first flight! All photographs taken by our Field Officer John Wright.

03(97) sitting with a drooping wing, next to a fish we provided

03(97) sitting with a drooping wing, next to a fish we provided

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The two juveniles having a tug-of-war with a fish

The two juveniles having a tug-of-war with a fish

The juvenile male, 6K(14), flapping

The juvenile male, 6K(14), flapping

6K's first flight!

6K’s first flight!

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6K's first landing

6K’s first landing

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6K(14) flying

6K(14) flying

6K landing

Juvenile landing

Adult female bringing in a fish

Adult female bringing in a fish

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More tug-of-war!

More tug-of-war!

Adult female and a juvenile on the nest, 03(97) on perch

Adult female and a juvenile on the nest, 03(97) on perch

03(97) still defending the nest

03(97) still defending the nest

03(97)'s wing looking a little better

03(97)’s wing looking a little better

Adult female bringing in a Crusian Carp

Adult female bringing in a Crusian Carp

You can see the platform we attached to the T-perch, and the ladders to access it

You can see the platform we attached to the T-perch, and the ladders to access it

The juveniles squabbling

The juveniles squabbling

The juveniles with the adult female

The juveniles with the adult female

 

Spot the Osprey

Having the live camera back online is great! Unfortunately today, that feather has been blowing right across the screen, obscuring the view. However, yesterday we managed to capture a video of something we have never had before… look at the top left corner, in the water – it’s 33(11) having a bath!

 

Less than a minute previously, he had been sitting on the nest, moving a stick around (see next video), then he took off, and all of a sudden there he was in the reservoir! At first, I did think he might have been fishing, or attempting to fish, but it soon became apparent he was simply having a good time. It was very considerate of him to do it within camera shot!

We have seen the Ospreys do this before in the Bay, sometimes they will just drag their feet through the water to wash them, and sometimes they will completely immerse themselves in the water and have a good dunking. It was very hot yesterday, so it is likely 33(11) just wanted to cool down.

33(11)

33(11)

 

 

Osprey photographic hide

As we reported a couple of weeks ago, the Osprey photographic hide is now open at nearby Horn Mill Trout Farm. Yesterday evening Geoff Harries took some great photos of 03(97) diving into the water before being chased by a Grey Heron.

Osprey coming out of water

Osprey leaving water

Osprey chased by heron

Osprey

Many thanks to Geoff for sending the great photos.

To find out more about the hide, and how to book click here.

Making history part 4

On this day fifteen years ago, two more Osprey chicks were brought to Rutland!

Part 4 - 22 July

Part 4 - 22 Jul