It is raining, hard, this afternoon. But right outside the place I am staying, on the branch of a palm tree, sits an osprey complaining about the rain. He has been hanging around for a couple of days, gnawing on the same large fish, with zillions of grackles suggesting that he let this one go. He must not have a nest and a mate of his own, otherwise I imagine that he would have carried the fish home by now. I'm glad to have him here. I am not crazy about the sound of grackles, but I love the osprey's cry.
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