Birding Notes

Reflections on birds and other wildlife on the edge of a southern woodland

Saturday, August 23, 2008

An Osprey Flying Over

This morning as I walked in light, showery rain, an Osprey sailed over me flying east to west, banking just long enough for me to see the pale body, dark markings on the long, slender wings, and the dark mask across the down-turned head. It seemed like an apparition in the gray, blurry light, especially because very few other birds were out, and the day was defined mostly by cool wind and dark clouds.


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