I’m afraid I missed a day somewhere in my daily blog posts.
It’s been quite a time of late, and I’ll be sharing more soon.
Suffice it to say, I sure am glad it’s time for us all to close our eyes…
‘Night all. ❤
For some reason this year I am pining for the return of the ospreys, more than ever before.
I cannot WAIT to hear their cries fill our salty skies once again, watch them as they raise their families against all odds.
It won’t be long now, and THIS little guy…
One morning I was photographing terns and Laughing Gulls on the creek side of Red River Beach.
It was one of those quiet mornings, just me and the birds.
Tipping my camera skyward, I wondered if I could catch a glimpse of what it was.
Aha! A young osprey, his talons clutching a fresh catch, streaked across the sky above me…
They made a few passes, screaming challenges back and forth.
Until I heard the fish fall with a great plop! in the grass.
The osprey flew off, all was quiet.
And guess who won?
With supreme satisfaction.
This time. 😉