Friday, July 29, 2011

A leaden grey morning

A leaden grey morning sitting on the dock trying to figure out the raucous gulls out front, whether those patches of ripples are schooling fish they are after, when i hear a splash here right in front of me to my left an osprey lifts off the water headed at me, hovers a moment to shake the drops off its wings and body, and still coming right at me looks me in the eye, makes a U turn back to the lake where it dives, picks up a small fish in its claw, shakes and carries the fish back past me overhead --- dark-winged the grey morning flies away.

Zphx, 20110729

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