I forgot to mention that I saw an osprey, I think it was yesterday, down by the river. I heard it first, doing its high-pitched alarm call, way too wimpy for such a killer of a bird. I caught a brief glimpse but couldn’t tell if it was an osprey or an eagle, which also has a wimpy call. A few minutes later I scared it off again and saw the distinct m-shaped wing profile and was 90 percent sure. Finally, after it saw me again, I saw it flap over the river, the black mask against white head and body.
I’ve always liked osprey. Fish hawks, they used to call them. Seeing them plunge into a lake or river after a fish is one of the grandest sights in nature, far as I’m concerned.