— — a bird that came back when the water did.
“A pair of osprey on a platform nest above a Long Island bay — a channel marker, a utility pole, a wooden cross built for them by a town conservation board. The species nearly disappeared from these bays in the 1970s, when DDT thinned their eggshells past surviving. They returned slowly, then steadily, after the chemical was banned in 1972, and now the bays of Long Island carry hundreds of nests. from the studio
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Long Island reaches roughly 118 miles east of New York Harbor into the Atlantic, and the bays along its South Shore — the Great South Bay, Moriches Bay, Shinnecock Bay — make a long, sheltered hunting ground for osprey. The birds nest on raised platforms in the salt marsh and on channel markers in the bays themselves. New York State lists the osprey as a species of Special Concern, downgraded from Threatened in 1999 after decades of recovery, and the Department of Environmental Conservation tracks nesting platforms across the South Shore and the East End each season.
The Long Island osprey year runs roughly March to September. Birds return from wintering grounds in the Caribbean and South America in mid-March, repair last year's nest, and lay 2 to 4 eggs in April. Chicks fledge in July, hunt with the adults through August, and head south again by mid-September. The platforms stand empty through the winter, weathered grey above the marsh grass, until the first pair circles back in early spring.
Osprey are obligate fish-eaters, which is why the bays of Long Island suit them: shallow, sheltered water full of menhaden, bunker, and flounder. A hunting bird hovers thirty to a hundred feet up, folds its wings, and hits the water feet-first. The DDT ban in 1972 was the turning point, and Long Island became one of the long-running case studies in the bird's recovery — from a handful of active nests in the late 1970s to hundreds across the bays today.