...and we're all on tenterhooks here in Wales, waiting for Nora to come back! Poor wee Monty's been back over a week now and he's been looking around for her - last night was particularly tense, because we thought he could sense another osprey nearby, but still nothing. My neck is aching, looking up every time I go out and I'm forever peering out the windows too (I only live about 35 miles south-east of the Dyfi, in the Cambrian mountains, so there's a chance she'll pass by). C'mon, Nora!!!