When I was at Sharm in 2010 I hired a taxi for the big trips (st Catherine's, Ras Mohammed and Nabq Protectorate, driven by a Bedouin called Hussein, who couldn't have been more helpful. At Nabq, he dropped my off at the north end of the mangroves, opposite the Maria Schroeder shipwreck and arranged to meet me at the south end once I'd made my way around the mangroves on foot. As I made my way round I saw Hussein overtake me in his taxi as he made his way to a friend's bedouin hut (where we had tea and a snack made by his friend of chicken cooked in chickpeas - tasty and totally unexpected, although the unleavened bread we used to scoop up the chicken & chickpeas, baked under the charcoal of a fire the size of my hat was as hard as a quarry tile).
When I approached the hut, I saw an osprey flying along the beach towards it. Then it landed on a nest on which its mate was incubating. The nest was in a device that reminded me of a metal milk crate and mounted on a low pole, only about 50 m or less from the hut. Those ospreys just didn't give a stuff about proximity to people.
Photos below of the Bedouin hut where I dined (with my scope & tripod to the left of it) and the osprey nest, only metres away, with the mountains of Saudi Arabia in the distance.