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Breeding ospreys move south
PETER FROST has been to Poole harbour to welcome some returning, if scruffy, strangers
An osprey hunting for prey

THEY looked for all the world like four fluffy Spitting Image puppets of our esteemed Prime Minister. The same white tousled uncombed hair atop a pair of sharp eyes and a cruel mouth — or in this case sharp, hooked beak.

These just hatched chicks were getting more oohs and aahs than our idiot Prime Minister gets except from female Tory-thinking, promotion-seeking admirers at an illegal Downing Street party. 

These chicks were, in fact, the first ospreys (Pandion haliaetus) to be born on England’s south coast for two centuries. The four chicks had hatched from eggs brought to their Poole harbour nest from sustainable nests further north. 

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