Osprey!

I was working on the driveway (OK, I was working on the weeds in the mix of gravel and dirt out front), when I heard big flapping. Looked up and saw the osprey fighting his way skywards, something grasped beneath him, struggling. He disappeared behind the house.

By the time the osprey reappeared from the other side of the house, he had rearranged the big, silver fish: head pointing forwards, aerodynamic. The fish was almost as long as the osprey himself.

Good fishing day.