Patrick Preston is volunteering at Loch Garten this week. Patrick has been making his annual volunteering trip here for more years than he can remember, and over that time he has become something of a poet laureate for Loch Garten and the osprey. He penned this poem this week, and I thought that today would be a good day to publish it here on the blog, after Odin's fantastic fish total of nine yesterday!
Odin's Ode
They call me Odin, wise Norse god
I'll live up to that name
I'll break all records, fish like mad
We gods must play the game
To keep this reputation
In a tolerable state
Isn't always easy
As I shall now relate
Our nest is in an ideal spot
A des-res - what a catch
So many other osprey
Come intruding on our patch
I haven't got a ring on
So they can't tell who is who
and even my mate EJ
Sometime puzzles what to do
I came upon some fishing line
It was no use to me
But as I flew about
It nearly tied me to a tree
I felt a little poorly
For two days I stayed away
When I returned two fish were there
And a Tesco's bill to pay!
As mentioned earlier, Odin brought in nine fish yesterday, equalling his personal best. As I type, EJ and the chicks have just finished the second fish of the day.
We await the next fish.....