I had a beautiful serene waterfall scene from Frost Mountain all ready to go and stumbled upon this osprey image in a nearby folder and decided to go with it instead. Taken in May 2009 at Damariscotta, Maine during the annual Alewife run. Hope you like it! (I’ll do Frost Mountain next May…)
One of my favorite reminders of spring is the return of the Osprey to our area. They’ve been lounging the winter away in central or south america and they’ve travelled back up the coast to set up their nests and begin their next breeding cycle.
It’s hard to believe but it was nine years ago when I first began to photographing an osprey nest in Westborough. I didn’t realize then that it would turn into a nearly seven year project, documenting their struggles to make a life on a small inland river. I’m giving a talk on this chronicle of the nest to a local bird club this week and it was great to review the photographs and remember the great time I had spent documenting this pair’s lives.
Our local Osprey have returned to Acton so the possibility of another nest just up the road (but also up 100 feet) is exciting. Almost more exciting are the persistent reports of an American Bald Eagle on our river and at a nearby pond. Could we be entering a new “raptor renaissance” here in central Massachusetts?
Photograph: from the archives (2003) – Osprey delivering a fish to its mate at the nest. Westborough, MA.
I will be giving a talk on Friday evening at the Peabody Essex Museum in Salem, MA to the Essex County Ornithological Club. I will be talking about my favorite bird, the Osprey, and my chronicle of an Osprey family in Westborough, MA. I’ll be packing several hundred photos and lots of background information into my 50 minutes, so it promises to be a fun and, I hope, educational evening. I’ll also spend a few minutes highlighting resources on the web that folks can use to track Osprey migrations and Jim Berry, from the ECOC, will talk about Osprey nesting activity in Essex County.
The program is free and open to the public. The ECOC meeting starts at 7:30 and I’m scheduled to begin a little before 8pm.
For certain subjects, if you want to get the best pictures of “X” you want to go to place “Y”. If you mention these places to a non-nature photographer they will give you a blank stare. Mention them to someone who is in this special community and you will likely get knowing glances and, more often, stories of their visits there. That these places often have odd names makes it all that much better.
Homer. Antelope Canyon. Bosque del Apache. Havasu.
Among nature photographers there are a number of these special locations where you can create photographs that are simply not possible or very limited anywhere else on the planet. Some of reasons for their specialness are geological in nature (Antelope Canyon kinda falls in this category, the blue-green waters of Havasu Canyon is another). Some, like the Serengeti migration, are less about a specific place but being in a particular area at the right time of year. Some are human-created (or certainly human-influenced): the congregation of American Bald Eagles in Homer Alaska was due to the action of the late Jean Keene; the large number of Sandhill Cranes and Snow Geese at Bosque del Apache is certainly intertwined with the managed farming that takes place on the refuge.
In the dark ages before the Internet, the names of these locations wasn’t really secret – but they weren’t exactly widely known. The “in crowd” was fairly small. Today entire photographic workshops and trips are built around these places / events.
For Osprey photography, the magic word is “Damariscotta”. Damariscotta Mills (to be more accurate) is a small town located at the mouth of the Damariscotta River. The river isn’t all that large, just 16 miles long, and just before it gets to its destination, the Great Salt Bay and the Atlantic Ocean, there is a hydroelectric power plant and the Bristol Dam.
Damariscotta roughly translates from the native Abenaki as “river of many fishes” and so to make sure that the river’s name still has some meaning there is a fish ladder next to the powerplant. Each year, around mid-May, a breed of anadromous fish with an equally odd name of “Alewife” returns to the river to spawn. (Anadromous fish are those that live in salt water but breed in fresh water.) While this migration has been going on for tens of thousands of years, only recently did the hand of man “focus” these migrating fish into a relatively tiny 50 foot wide corridor.
Birds aren’t stupid. They know a good thing when they see it. And so the local Osprey population congregates at the base of this fish ladder and gorge themselves on herring. They are not alone: gulls practically take over the fish ladder looking for easy pickings; seals will sometimes herd the fish into corners; and eagles will patrol the airspace around the area looking for an Ospry to bully (they will dive on the Osprey hoping it will drop the fish it has worked so hard to catch.) With the exception of perhaps a location in Finland, the ability to have Osprey hunting right in front of you, over and over again, is unique to this little Maine town and so photographers gather here as well.
For all its wonder of bringing the spectacle of hunting Osprey 30 feet away, it ain’t Disneyland. Weather, water temperature, fluctations in fish population, and numerous other factors can make a trip to Damariscotta a once in a lifetime experience or a complete dud. And, as I have proven time and time again, the situation there can change overnight. But if you have the time, and the fates are with you, it is a wonderful location to visit in May. Even if you aren’t a photographer, it is worth a visit and many school groups come through during the weekdays to see both the migrating fish and the Ospreys.
I’ve had, um, “limited” luck at Damariscotta. Through a odd confluence of fate those herring tend to migrate during some the busiest weeks of the year for us. And when I’ve been able to extricate myself for a day, I’m pretty likely to pick the day where not much is going on. One of these years we may just punt and stay for a few days, increasing our odds of success.
We had heard through Twitter that the alewife were running and when a day opened up in our work schedules Betsy and I jumped at the opportunity. We got up at 3am, left at 3:30, drove 3 hours to arrive at the dam with nice morning light. We met John Briggs (@MaineBirder on Twitter) there. John is fortunate to live just a few miles away and he was kind enough to let folks know when the fish were running. John has some excellent shots from Damariscotta and wrote an article on it in his blog. We also met and had a nice chat with Scott Linstead of Scotty Photography. Scott drove twice as far as we did (from Montreal) to photograph the Osprey.
I’ve had plenty of occasions to visit when the weather was bad and even one time where apparently my traveling there was a signal to the fish to stop migrating (I’m told it was a water temperature issue, but I know the REAL reason….. #$&^* fish.) We had clear skies, warm temperatures, the fish were coming up the river in herds, there were sometimes six Osprey circling above… and, for whatever reason, that’s where they stayed. Maybe they gorged themselves the day before and weren’t hungry. Maybe riding on the thermals was just waaay too much fun. Whatever it was we only had a handful of dives — and half of those were well after the light had shifted towards “rather harsh”. (Scott was staying for another day and we hope he had better shooting on Friday.)
I had big plans for the day – but knew that I’d have to be rather lucky to get any of them accomplished. I wanted to use the opportunity of numerous dives to video the event with the Canon 5D Mark II and to see what equipment variations (lenses and tripod heads) would do to the final product. Getting photographs of a dive is hard — getting good video is exceptionally hard and I knew it would take many repetitions to develop the “muscle memory” needed to properly document this extremely dynamic event. I had hoped that I’d have 30 events to practice with, but I was only able to film 3 dives. Here are two of them (with all of the rough edges fully intact):
I think that despite the bad luck I had this day with the birds, there is definitely promise for producing some great footage of Osprey dives using the Canon 5D Mark II.
In the end, as the title says, a bad day at Damariscotta beats a good day at the office anytime. It is a great privilege to witness one of the wonders of the natural world take place just a few feet in front of me: an Osprey hunting. Even if I didn’t come away with a single photograph for the day, just seeing these birds do what they do would be more than enough — and will keep me returning here for years to come.
I’m in Florida for a few days. The trip timing was based on some family plans (my brother-in-law is hiking the Appalachian Trail and we dropped him off in Springer, GA), not photography per se. We’re visiting relatives, relaxing, and taking photographs where we can.
This morning we headed over to a nearby nature preserve along the mouth of the Manatee River called “Emerson Point”. Our timing wasn’t all that great – most of the migratory birds are gone and the place wasn’t buzzing as much as it was just a few weeks ago (based on conversations with a few folks passing by).
Grabbed a few shots and took notes. There are three Osprey nest sites, two of which are active. I really wish the 3rd was was active because it turns out it is adjacent to a observation tower that would provide some pretty spectacular nest site views. We’ll have to keep our eye on this spot for next year. The area is impeccably maintained and provides wonderful and easy access to a wide variety of habitats. The only significant drawback is that it doesn’t open until 8am, which after DST and late in March misses the best light. So these shots are a little “hot”, but hey it was 70 degrees!
Here’s a 70-mm shot of the Osprey nests from the observation platform.