Nature Done Wright

The lighting was poor — just before dawn — but the Osprey was real. It came in low and silent around 6:45 a.m., circled, and perched in a tree.

Around 7 a.m. it flew again (left), gained altitude and disappeared into the twilight, the sunrise glowing on its feathers.

I had thought they had headed south by now, but I guess every crowd has its procrastinator.