The Osprey

I spent Saturday chasing, and being chased by a hunting osprey.

I think he was migrating.  He never looked totally comfortable with the perches he chose at intervals on Kinderhook Lake.  Sometimes he would take a break and watch me in my little blue kayak.

I like to imagine that he was trying to figure out why this floating, bobbing thing insisted on peering at him through the viewfinder of my camera.

Other times he would tail me as I headed for another nook of the lake.

And then twice I watched him dive ohsoveryquickly and surface from the water with a silvered, squirming fish between his talons.  Then he would fly off to another tree and feast on his treat before tailing me again.

It was a very good afternoon.

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