While fishing with our granddaughter down by the falls, we are joined by an osprey, also looking for a catch. None of us has any luck, and the osprey moves on.
We decide to follow him back to the nest. Mom and babies are in residence when we arrive, and after a bit of observation we realize that one of the young ones is finding his wings preparing for first flight.
After stretching his wings a few times, he practices lift off, then seems to confer with his mother.
Dad arrives just as junior takes first flight, circling the ball diamond and landing on a light post.
Pardon the photo quality. The day is windy and overcast, and in my excitement, I fail to hold the camera steady.
This fishing exhibition turned out to be quite memorable.