The ones they came back for
The lodge at Osprey Island
Where the osprey makes its nest
The raptor is a bird of prey
To what direction will your chicks take wing?
How black the night that blinds our human hearts
As fodder blazes stored above the byre
In the shadow of thy wings will I make my refuge
An osprey builds its nest of sticks and all the rubbish it can collect
How the osprey tends its nestlings
The blessings of hypothermia
On the interaction of species
The nature of the structure of a lie
The broodiness of hens: a brief lesson in avian reproduction
If the price were treachery
A long time helpless in the nest
As they flee you'd think they float on wings
The shore recedes, and I too on the shore
Grief-spurred, swift-swooping
That flesh of his own flesh
Night is the surest nurse of troubles souls
