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It was amazing to think that his wings had not yet given him flight.
We watched from the hide at Loch of the Lowes and marvelled at the young osprey chicks safe in the security of their nest, guarded by the parent birds.
They were almost ready to fly and one flexed his wings in anticipation of the flight ahead.
He must have watched his parents many times as they soared into the sky and then disappeared till the male bird returned with a tasty fish supper.
The chick would learn by watching and soon it would be his turn.
I wonder how he feels as he teeters on the edge of the nest with that great drop beneath him. His wings have to work and the young birds have to trust that they will.
Once the flying lessons are over, the parents then teach the skills needed for fishing.
They have to be taught not to go for too big a fish until they are stronger. Because of the hooks on their claws and the almost Velcro-like stickiness, once they have caught the fish they can’t let go. So a big fish could pull the osprey under the water and the bird could drown.
There is much to learn as an osprey chick and in their learning they give us great pleasure and a real sense of wonder.
We could draw many analogies in our own lives.
We learn from our parents, are advised not to bite off more than we can chew, but we know that they are always there for us.
Jesus said that God is like a mother bird keeping us safe under the wings of love till we can fly for ourselves.