Could everyone write one simple essay about something that once happened in Saltaire…that they saw or were a part of…and put it on one big website? Somebody should collect a lot of stories before we all forget. Otherwise it is like a line in “On The Beach” : The history of the war that now would never be written.” -(JO'H)

Monday, September 9, 2013

Saltaire Ospreys Get Their Breakfast in Bed

Damn Saltaire Kids have it easy. They  get fresh bluefish for breakfast . Their parents spoil them. The parents  drop the food on the kids' heads and then fly out to get more. And the kids sit there and  squalk all day and have this attitude that they are entitled to a free ride.  
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Where's Mom? Where's Mom?  We want our breakfast!

Here she is at last-- or is it Dad?

Just drop it here, Ma. 




Nice blue for the kiddies.

















She just drops it and flies straight up like a helicopter while the little brats pig out. 
You Got a problem with me,  pal?
I'm protecting Coffey Point.



--JO'H
9-9-13

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