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Osprey Nest at Monument Beach

Back on June 14th I was home on the Cape for my dad's birthday. He got a shellfishing license for the first time this year (we've been saying we wanted to do it for years) and we went quahoging on Sunday. We didn't realize the restrictions, but you can only go on Saturdays, Sundays and Wednesdays and you need to do it before 7:00pm I believe. The way the tides fell that Sunday we timed it just right and got in just before the cut-off.

On our way to Monk's Cove I asked my dad to stop at Monument Beach so I could take pictures of the osprey fledglings in the nest there. The nest is located to the left of the bridge out to Tobey Island.

I always enjoy watching the osprey family at Monument Beach. Last summer I got a picture of the mother in flight, after being alerted by the cries of the babies. She flew right over Shore Rd. and the beach itself but the babies were off on the other side of the street near the safety of the trees.

Look at the size of that fish she's carrying!

Mom and hungry baby clash:
Nice hairdo:

On my way back to the car I saw this juvenile herring gull doing something weird- it was standing on just one foot at the top of this pole.

And of course I have to include a picture of my dad quahoging!

Where we went quahoging (Monk's Cove) is just on the other side of the bay, so while we were digging for quahogs we got to see the mother osprey continuing to hunt for fish during low tide.
It was a great time. We got off to a slow start but then during the last 20 minutes or so we hit the jackpot and got a bunch of quahogs. I made my first batch of stuffed quahogs and seafood chowder- they turned out not bad for my first time! Can't wait to go back and get more.

Comments

Birdinggirl said…
If you want to see some really GOOD pictures of ospreys in flight and carrying fish, check out Andy from Andy's Lens' blog. Actually, this link goes to his other blog, the Bird Paparazzi: http://my.opera.com/Dudley/blog/index.dml/tag/Osprey
Unknown said…
How incredibly exciting! I cannot believe the size of the fish the adult was carrying! How on earth did she lift off with that weight? I've got to see this for myself - and soon! Great job! (and great picture of your Dad - I downloaded a copy for our family album!)
Dawn Fine said…
Howdee..Did you notice the Gull didn't have a foot on the leg it was holding out?? so sad!
My sister in law and family get a license to get clams,etc chatham area.. Yummmmm
Birdinggirl said…
@Sue- thanks! You should check them out next time you're in Pocasset. Well, if you look at Andy's osprey pictures (linked to in my other comment) you will see that osprey also had a huge fish in her claws. They're pretty amazing.

@Dawn- Hmm...thanks for bringing it to my attention. You made me go back and have a closer look. If you enlarge it you can see that it does have a foot, but it looks like it's shorter than the other one. Like it's missing a joint or something.

Yes- I love quahoging- can't wait to go back. Maybe this week...
Kelly said…
...great series!! Love the Ospreys. I've never been quahoging (didn't even know what it is. Can you tell I don't live near the ocean. I learned something new. Looks fun!!).
Rene said…
LOL. Yes, that's a pretty big fish. Much better at fishing than I am, that's for sure! I've actually seen a lot of gulls standing on just one leg on a pole out here in Cali. It must be a "thing" they do.

BTW, did you run into Peter Griffin while quahogging? I didn't know that was a real thing to do. I had to look it up!
Birdinggirl said…
@Kelly- Thanks! Yes, quahoging (some people also call it digging for clams) is a lot of fun. And I get to watch the birds hunt for fish since you can only go when the tide is very low.

@Rene- That's interesting! Thanks for sharing the tip about Cali birds standing on leg. Haha, no didn't see Peter Griffin while I was out, although after reading your comment I did get "Spirit of Massachusetts" stuck in my head.

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