These two youngsters are more than capable of feeding themselves, and most Osprey parents have left, heading for parts south for the winter.
But today one of these guys was just sitting on their home nest, as if he/she was expecting something, when – lo and behold! – mom showed up and dropped a fresh fish in the nest for junior.
Immediately, out of a nearby tree, # 2 shows up and a squabble takes place. Mom leaves. And there is a fair amount of squawking, hopping and wing flapping.
The interloper was sent packing, and the chosen one got to settle down to lunch uninterrupted.
(Sad to report that the fragile chick I was following has disappeared without a trace.)