I like critters of all types, but I happen to have a special affinity for ospreys. It is hard not to like a bird that spends it’s whole life fishing. A friend and I were out in canoe the other day on Leaburg Lake, when we saw a raptor of some sort sitting on that little island below the covered bridge. Thinking at first that it was a turkey vulture eating the deceased, we paddled up for a closer look.
“That’s not a turkey vulture, that’s a friggin’ osprey. Why is it just sitting there? Something is wrong with that bird.”
There it was. Mono wrapped around one foot and a wing, pellet head still dangling off of the end. It could neither fly nor walk. It was, however, still well within its capabilities of looking seriously pissed.
We backed the boat off and debated netting the bird and unwinding it ourselves. After having a long look at the feet and beak on that thing, we thought better of it. We hit upon the idea of calling the Cascade Raptor Center, in Eugene. Luckily, they answer their phone 24/7. They made a few calls and had a staff member standing on the new EWEB ramp in under an hour. We pulled the canoe up and ferried the Raptor Center person downstream to the bird. It was pretty amazing to watch the skill with which she handled that bird.
The big take away here: Clean up your line. Clean up everyone’s line, really. RG