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. 😉