Mr. Osprey paid me a visit this morning.
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Usually he sits on the pilings
with a huge fish
and eats his lunch.
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Perhaps he's finished dining
and/or taking tidbits back to his family
and is merely checking out the view.
Mr. Osprey billowed his powerful wings
and headed up into the sky.
I love seeing these impressive birds.
Especially when I see them dive for a fish in the canal
and triumphantly come up with a piscean creature,
grasping it in their talons
and holding it like a torpedo.
Ospreys respect aerodynamics.
I have only about one month left with them
before they head to parts South -
Central and South America.
And I know sprung is springing
when the ospreys return.
First week of March.
Clock work.
Nature.
God.
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