High up on the nesting platform, in a bed made of not twigs, but large branches, are at least two baby ospreys. One parent stands guard, occasionally rearranging the nest, lifting and moving the branches with its foot, not its beak. The babies play-fight and then hide down in the nest out of sight.
Both parents fly in circles around the nest when a neighbor, not heeding the signs, walks their little dogs too close. Their warning song is loud.
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