We spent three afternoons on Cape Hatteras delighting in the antics of a pair of Osprey as they constructed their nest on a platform out in Currituck Sound. The male, on the left, seemed to work hard at pleasing his mate, the larger female, who often seemed skeptical of his choices of nesting materials. It’s not visible in this closeup but the nest includes not only the lichen covered sticks broken off from trees on the shoreline but pieces of tattered black landscape fabric, some of which we witnessed being delivered. The female seemed to call nonstop when her mate was away from the nest. She would pick at sticks and rearrange bits in the nest, including dragging some of that tattered landscape fabric to the center of the nest. We watched as she extracted a large stick and dropped it into the surrounding waters, seemingly displeased with its presence. When the male returned, he retrieved the still floating stick and returned it to the nest. On our last afternoon, he teased her with a flyby as he carried a still flapping fish to a nearby piling and began to eat it. She called to him but he ignored her. Much later, much to our delight and I’m sure to hers, he brought her what remained of the fish he’d caught earlier. After three days of observing them, they reminded me of an old married couple whose bickering had replaced affection. In an anthropomorphic way, I thought this “beak to beak” stand-off illustrated their relationship, not unlike The Bickering Bickersons.