June 9.At evening on the dock notice a large bird flying by at a distance. It heads further away, way across the lake. Osprey? Yes. I keep my eye on him, a speck in the distance. He turns and, with two others in that unmistakable flight, lopes right back toward me, as if my recognition attracts them. One … two… three ospreys straight overhead. One lands in a large pine behind me, imprinting their call in my memory.
Zphx, June 9, 2009
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