May 17, 2011
I don't know what I like more about this osprey: those legs tucked high, tight and flat under that feathered tail, those outstretched wings riding a strong breeze or that golden eye scanning the bay below for dinner. Per the usual, I have a story behind this shot. After hanging out at the fishing piers at Ken Thompson Park for about 45 minutes, and being teased by an osprey way off in the distance that refused to come any closer, I decided to pack up and go home for dinner. As I was pulling out of my parking space (camera and long lens safely packed and stowed), an osprey materialized and soared within a few yards of the hood of my car. It was as though I was being taunted...and that was enough for me! I re-parked, unloaded and waited. And waited. Then, right when I was about to toss in the towel (again), the osprey magically reappeared -- and this time it soared straight at me. Bingo! Definitely worth the return trip.