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By Marie Dipple on April 27, 2019
Our Ospreys have reached a plateau in their energy requirements this past week, as the highly exhausting laying is over, and the chicks have not yet hatched demanding to be fed.. so maya and 33 have been taking it easy, which is why you might not have seen them fishing or bringing back food parcels to the nest in recent weeks. 33 fishes for Maya when she begs for food, usually when she is laying eggs. Please don’t think we’re judging 33 for offering less than romantic gestures to Maya, he is still a brilliant dad, but this half eaten scrap of unidentifiable fish really was a bit of a ‘petrol station flowers’ afterthought! Needless to say they’ll both start upping their game once the chicks hatch… place your bets on hatching dates amongst yourselves…!
By Marie Dipple on April 25, 2019
On this very blustery, undecided Thursday, which can’t make up its mind whether to rain or shine, up at Osprey HQ we’re busy preparing the fort for the imminent egg hatching season which is only a few weeks away. From our predictions, astrological calculations and general Osprey biological knowledge we are expecting our first eggs to hatch in the second week of May. This is a really vital time for our resident celebrity pair of Ospreys and Maya and 33 have been showing signs of devotion, practical housekeeping and protectiveness over their brood and towards each other. Following the intrusion of their privacy over easter weekend by another bird, the pair are settling back down to normal again, and have been huddled together on the nest all night and this morning.
By Marie Dipple on April 21, 2019
How d’ya like your eggs in the mornin’? I like mine without risks… Many species of bird have evolved ingenious mechanisms of egg laying, colouration, and nesting behaviour, to avoid predation and improve their brood’s chance of survival. If you have been lucky enough to see bird’s eggs you will know that they are startlingly varied in terms of size, colour and pattern, so why is there such difference in this life event that is universal across all bird species?
The environment in which a bird builds its nest is rarely predator free, as there are not many birds which are at the top of their food chain, even eagles and birds of prey are not immune to their eggs being stolen. One of the best ways for reducing the threat of predation to their eggs is to nest out of the way or high up in the top canopy of trees. But for ground nesting birds, as many of our shorebirds in Britain are, predation can be a big risk to their egg hatching success. To overcome this, these birds have adapted to produce eggs which match the ground substrate they lay on: and they do look remarkably like shingle and pebbles!
Birds that lay their eggs in holes or anywhere where dark, such as a kingfisher, are likely to have eggs that are either white or pale blue and this helps the birds locate them.
Egg pigmentation as a biological process is not as technical a mechanism as you might think! The production process of eggs resembles a miniature assembly line inside a female bird. Eggs receive their signature colour and patterning during the last few hours before they are laid. An egg’s story begins in a female bird’s single ovary. When an ovum is released into the oviduct and fertilized, it is just a protein-packed yolk. The albumen—the gelatinous egg white—is added next. The blobby mass then gets plumped up with water and encased in soft, stretchy membrane layers. The first globs of the calcium carbonate shell are then deposited on the exterior, with the mineral squirting from special cells lining the shell gland (uterus). Pigmentation, if any, comes next, with an overall protein coating added before the egg is laid. It takes about 24 hours to build a single egg.
University of Sheffield zoologist Tim Birkhead compares the pigmentation process to an array of “paint guns.” Each gun is genetically programmed to fire at a certain time so that the signature background colour and spotting of a species’ eggs is produced. Very Charlie and the Chocolate Factory!
By Katy Smart on April 20, 2019
It hasn’t been a busy Easter for just us here in the office, but for our Ospreys too; Maya has been defending the nest from not only a couple of Egyptian Geese, but also from an intruding Osprey this morning. Since then it has been a reasonably quiet and sunny Easter weekend with both adults taking it in turns to incubate the four eggs.
Posted in Rutland Osprey Blog
By Marie Dipple on April 19, 2019
Bugs you don’t like touching, social situations and awkward family dinners, exercise and training for a cause, the foul weather curse of a Bank Holiday… The easiest thing to do is to turn away, head back indoors, run away screaming. We feel momentarily relieved, but what are we doing to ourselves in the longer term? Philosophy Friday is here once again, let us discuss.
We stop learning, we get too sedentary, we get less capable, we end up getting further and further from ever being able to confront these uncomfortable things. We teach our children to push themselves out of their comfort zone, to try things they dislike, eat their vegetables, work harder, do their homework, but do we live the message ourselves? When was the last time we pushed ourselves to solve a problem we feared we couldn’t do, or speak in front of a crowded room on a project we’d worked on, or run in a race in front of people, or come to think of it, do anything someone told us to do that we didn’t want to? As adults we stop trying to push ourselves, we stop learning, we regress intellectually. And we must challenge this, little by little, every so often.
I am constantly bowled over by the number of people many decades older than me shouldering their packs and heading for a distant ridgeline, or lacing up their trainers at the start of a marathon, making you smile, and feel humbled. What is it that makes some of us superhuman, interesting, admirable, able to perform feats with the same stamina and agility of someone half their age? Or someone with this infectious lust for life, this endless list of stories and anecdotes, and even more projects on the horizon, new things they want to try… that’s just it. They are constantly pushing their own limits and boundaries, testing their sense of the familiar and ordinary. They are looking at what they’ve done and thinking how to get that same feeling of euphoria back? We find exhilaration the same emotion as fear, and overcoming fear. The things which make us uncomfortable, things we’ve never done and are maybe hesitant about, or outright against. Yet someone says ‘I’m going to try it’. The sense of euphoria we feel when we overcome an obstacle, or finally understand a problem, when we step back and surprise ourselves, hearts beating, smiles radiating… there is no greater feeling. In great hardship and toil there is also great joy.
Specifically, being outside and dealing with the wilderness in all its incarnations is one of the most fruitful in terms of emotional and physical relief. Sufferers of stress, fatigue, anxiety and various mental health concerns report feeling a weight lifted after a stroll, and it comes as no surprise really, that the rhythmic roll of your steps helps walk your problems over. By the time you reach the front door again, somehow it doesn’t feel as doom and gloom as before, simply because you’ve allowed time for yourself, to breathe, listen, see… hunker down and really battle against the elements, get through the other side… for that hot cup of tea at the end, oh the simple things! There is no greater feeling than feeling like you’ve really earned a cuppa! My mantra is and has always been, if it’s difficult, double your efforts, make it twice as easy for next time. And that goes for other things too, like overcoming our social fears, our phobias, which can hold us back on an otherwise astronomic trajectory in our career and personal life: we are the only thing standing in our way!
So embrace the howling winds, the driving rain, the wet socks and burning chill on your face: when you finally reach shelter after your outing, you’re better adapted than you were in the morning, and you’ll be better adapted next time too. You’ll even go out more and more, which is, after all, why I’m in a job! I expect more and more visitors braving the onshore gales at Rutland Water to come and see the Ospreys now!