Suddenly a favorable SW wind swept along the South Fork Holston River near Rockhold church Wednesday and Osprey "One" answered the beckoning of nature's urge to migrate. Apparently he sensed the temperature, wind direction/speed and barometric pressure come in mesh with the longer and longer days to know it was time to go. A spell of calm winds and beautiful weather had settled over the region. With the winds picking up to about 15 mph and providing that much-wanted push from the southwest there was no better time to continue. The exact hour must have been just before noon. That's when the wind blew in. When he found a tail wind. His long journey from the Caribbean or upper reaches of South America had now rested 25 good days at his annual layover area and exact tree of site fidelity where he has perched on virtually the same limb for weeks to hunt and refuel his system. The same tree and limb for several years. We spent a number of evenings together and watched each other for a bunch of hours. It was a quiet time we have shared for a few years. A time when there can be extended contemplation about what he does, when and why. A time to think a list of questions about what he knows we don't. He watched the southwest sky down the river and called for hours each day. Is he longing for a mate or looking for her annual return ? There is always hope sticks will be carried to a tall tree on the nearby island but that is as doubtful as is the certainty his page of the calendar will turn elsewhere. It did. I pointed him out to Larry Kirksey late Tuesday evening. My last look until maybe next year, if he can again navigate the treacherous dangers of two migrations, a most nerve-wracking Caribbean crossing and next winter. He knows the way over thousands of miles. He knows not what's ahead. He can find his way back to his favorite tree and favorite limb if he can find his way away from hurricanes. He can keep this up longer than we can. Ospreys usually live for 15-20 years in the wild, some have been known to live for more than 30 years. Our careful watching and searching is no more in vain than two beautiful Bald Eagles found carrying sticks in late January to a nearby pine tree just up the hill -- now full with nest and full with eaglets. On a continental scale, migration began to blow full steam the last few days. Nature does not benchmark by the FOS of warblers here and there. It is night skies saturated with millions of migrants moving. The Gulf Coast and Southeast were hotspots of activity throughout most of the week, and with birds streaming in from Mexico and the Caribbean, we only expect it to get better. For fun sake we fill our local record books with a few days earlier or later each season. For nature's sake she fills the sky with her appointed nights from mountain to valley with a massive movement of millions our minds can not imagine. That is spring migration. The center of low pressure seems to have moved off into the Gulf or at least the winds tend to think so. A careful and extended search swept the trees along the banks from Riverside at Webb Bridge, past the barns of the Wassoms to the freshly-plowed fields at Rockhold United Methodist. Neither area "A" nor area "B" and everything in between hosted a fish hawk. It seems so certain. We'll watch and see. Osprey "One" read a gypsy's palm and knows what's in the cards.