I was driving to work this morning when an osprey soars overhead carrying an apparently pissed off bluefish who was probably swimming to work only moments earlier. All of a sudden the fish comes hurtling toward the windshield of my car like a bat out of hell, not that I’ve ever seen a bat out of hell, but I’m reasonably sure it would look like this frantic fish furiously flapping its fins and taking Darwin’s name in vain. Now usually the osprey around here tend to drop yesterdays meals on my windshield, but today this one decided to let loose with the undigested version, or else the fish managed to somehow wriggle free and take a chance on the leap to freedom. I’m glad that the fish narrowly missed my car, because I really did not want to have to explain the accident to my insurance agent.
Almost had a run-in with an osprey and its cargo. There was one flying low across the highway carrying a railroad tie. Okay, it was actually a large, thick stick (mebbe a couple of inches in diameter) and the bird just couldn’t quite get the lift to fly higher than the cars. Thank goodness there were no tractor trailers in the area, or the bird would have been toast. That would have been so not pretty, had a truck hit it or had the stick hit my car.
Every watch a bald eagle harass an osprey for a fish? Kinda cool, actually: whheling, turning, dive-bombing, hair-pin turns. Unless you are the osprey, of course.
