And here is a sibling hatched just about 24 hours after the first. Initially seen at 14.30 on May 19th, Friday after an exciting morning’s viewing following the progress of the hatch from the first chip to first crack to the eventual struggle to get out of the shell. The new little body, despite its gruelling hours escaping from the egg was programmed to respond to the offer of food and had its first mouthfuls whilst it was still damp!
The third egg could hatch at any time over the next 4 days according to the dates – no signs today.
After two days of waiting with baited breath KL and Unring’s first egg DID hatch at last in the afternoon of May 18th. However, for hours all we could see was the empty eggshell – evidence but no content. KL seemed determined to keep the chick tucked well in under her feathers. Even the sizeable fish that Unring brought up for the occasion was spurned.
At long last we got a good view as Unring came to inspect his offspring and a little later in the evening it was given a first feed.
Here is a summary of No 14’s migration from Bioko to the Lakes this year and a run down of where he was in April.
On the 22nd March 2017 Number 14 was at his favourite site on the island of Bioko, Equatorial Guinea. He had been here for most of the winter sometimes not travelling more than a square mile away from his favoured spot, an area renowned for plenty of fish.
All changed on the 23rd March when the migration bug set in. His mileage and roost sites for the next twenty-three days were as follows: – You can see why we were concerned with his progress in the Algerian desert.
|22nd March 2017
||England; New Forest
||England; River Avon
||England; River Lune
3,700 (approx.) miles later he was resting on the Lune near Hornby, Lancashire.
Since the middle of April Number 14 has remained generally in the South Lakes area with a couple of exceptions. On the 17th April, he had a day out over Liverpool, on the 21st to Dunford Bridge, Yorkshire and on the 28th he was over Hawthornthwaite Fell near Blackburn.
Sharp eyed visitors to the Lakes may have seen him at Estwaitewater, showing off on Easter Sunday the 16th, or on the 18th,22nd or 26th. Sharp eyed fishermen may have seen him around Pennington
Following the cold snap when we had views of our birds sitting on a nest full of sleet the joys of snuggling down in the equivalent of a warm duvet are becoming apparent. Building up the sides of the nest with sticks as a wind break has become a priority, particularly as Unring looked as if he was hanging on with both feet during some of the wilder gusts. However, bringing in a stick, as well as being a practical move, also has its psychological aspect as it signals that the other partner would like a turn sitting. This turned into a battle of wills yesterday morning as each of the birds came in at shorter and shorter intervals with sticks and then attempted to boot the other one off. This took the form of either ‘accidentally-on-purpose’ dragging the stick over the one sitting, sliding in a not so subtle foot under a wing or, in Unring’s case sticking his whole head under KL’s body and attempting a flip!
Here is a clip of Kl’s effort
What a difference there is when you compare the birds’ behaviour for this year as compared with their first breeding year. In particular the male Unring has become more and more comfortable around the nest. Both male and female ospreys have a brood patch – quite an unusual characteristic – although the female is more efficient. There is definitely a learning or experiential curve to incubating behaviours though. Reviewing old footage from 2013 shows this particularly. A few minutes after having laid her first ever egg KL lifted herself up to show it to Unring. The reaction she got was precisely nil. He appeared not to notice anything different in the nest at all.
Over the years though he has cottoned on and increasingly has inspected new eggs carefully, putting his head into the nest cup and gently turning them.
Again in 2013 Unring obviously found incubating to be a great bore, having to be coaxed in by KL and then constantly fidgiting, standing up, turning around and leaving as soon as any opportunity presented itself.
Now it is the opposite; it is all KL can do to stop him from incubating. A lot of their interaction now is characterised by gentle but determined battles of will where one is pushing the other out of the nest cup. There are a range of techniques to achieve this. Walking backwards into the nest cup by the sitting partner’s head, (oops, sorry was that your face – never saw you!) a well placed leg or wing levering at the side,( heave away and up you go!) or a circular walking path moving in closer and closer (He-he sneaky!) In the end though the female, being heavier, has the advantage and so the eggs will get their full share of her heat.
Now – guess who this might be?
With watery sun on her back KL produced her third egg – first seen on Bank Holiday Monday 17th. This is generally considered to be a full clutch – although very occasionally a fourth egg can be laid. Maya at Manton has done so this year.
Straight after laying our pair mated again, which was probably a reaction to the third osprey that has been here for the last week and had just caught a fish in the Derwent River mouth.
A bit later KL went down to the Lake shore and had a good bath, coming back to sit on the nearby tree branch preening each feather, whilst Unring sat on the eggs. A few crow chases later she settled down again and the day went by like clockwork with the two alternating incubation shifts.
Easter Sunday drizzled in with the cloud base so low that it allowed only glimpses of the nest tree from Dodd and at Whinlatter, pictures of a dripping wet KL sitting stoically on her two eggs. However, visitors and staff were dressed for the weather, fuelled by chocolate, and up for the challenge of spotting the nest through the curtains of rain with the best of good humour.
And in the case of not seeing ospreys, the Easter bunnies came into their own, gambolling in from their warren in the field below the Lower viewpoint to munch on their own Sunday dinner of peanuts and sunflower seeds.
No! 14 did not reach Cumbria on the 14th but took a sudden turn East to end up in Lancashire – perhaps because of contrary winds.
However TODAY, (16th) following an exuberant flight line, No 14 threw himself into Sunday with a 02.30 arrival to his native Cumbria. This was followed by a veer out to sea, close to where he turned left previously – a favourite fishing spot perhaps?
Then he headed towards Pennington, then visited the Roudsea pair; at 06.35 was at Cartmel and by 08.55 visiting a woodland East of Bouth.
Where does he find the energy?
The first egg, laid on Tuesday (as above) has been followed by a second one today.
Number 14 has continued moving up the country stopping at the River Avon on 12th April, the River Dove this morning and by this evening, at 18.07 was just sailing in towards Grange over Sands. He is probably snoozing on a familiar perch home again after his 4000 mile journey.
He’s made it!
At 3pm on Tuesday 11th April No 14 crossed the Channel and over the Isle of Wight. – (which will make at least one follower very happy!) The northernmost red dot on the mainland is at 6pm on the 11th April
Interestingly the sat nav line passes over Freshwater bay near Farringford House, the long term holiday home of Lord Alfred Tennyson, whose poem ‘The Eagle’ could just as easily have referred to ‘The Osprey’ (depending on how good a naturalist he was). Living from 1809 to 1892 he spanned the time the last Osprey bred in England in 1872, perhaps even witnessing a last migratory flight over the island. Tennyson was also a good friend of the Speddings, spending time at Mire house, overlooking Bassenthwaite Lake and the site where, a century and a half later, the first ospreys returned to England and where eventually No 14 was to be hatched.
HE clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ringed with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.
Lord Alfred Tennyson
Which just about sums it up, I think!