I'd been birdwatching at a water source in the middle of the Phoenix metro area when I saw what I believed to be an osprey flying around. He started diving dramatically, often pulling up at the last minute, sometimes splashing all the way into the water and coming up empty-clawed. It was awesome to watch. But I started wondering if maybe he was young and inexperienced, or maybe just not a great hunter.
Then he made a gentler dive and maneuvered as if to land on the water. But he came up with a fish!
With the fish in his talons, he started flying around and around, like, "Okay, I got the fish. Now what am I supposed to do with it????" Finally he flew out of sight.
I waited about five minutes, seeing if he'd come back. No luck. So I got on my bike and rode around to the other side of the ponds. I was about to leave the area when I saw something on the banks. It was the osprey! Eating his fish!
Here he is, craning his neck back to look at me:
There was a chain-link fence between us, which wasn't conducive to good picture-taking. He was quite distant, so I figured I could sneak up to the fence and shoot through it, but I apparently scared him, and he flew off. But not before I hurriedly snapped the picture above.
I wish I'd been a bit more sneaky or just stayed where I was so I could watch him longer (and not harass him). But still...and awesome experience!
Here's a better picture of an osprey on a different day at the same place:
They're now one of my favorite birds. So beautiful and so fun to watch.
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