The boys and I are still in Florida, hanging out at my parents' condo on the beach.
Newz includes: we have a contract on our house. Mercifully, it's with a different family than the crazy psycho people from the other day. The contract now goes into the ten day period within which they have inspections done to our house, etc.
Also, my son Matthew has officially completed his Eagle Scout project and is awaiting his Eagle Scout Board of Review (almost like a really big and REALLY stressful job interview!) tonight (Tuesday) at 7 pm EST. If he is passed at his Board of Review tonight by the Board members (folks from Council, the Church who hosts our Troop, and other adults in leadership capacities), he will be an Eagle Scout. Updates later.
In all honesty, being here at the condo has been almost all work and no play. We haven't been down to the beach in DAYS. Actually... we haven't been down to the beach since I took the last pictures I posted. So I'm about to recycle some pictures here, because I can't NOT post these...
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Circling overhead, over the surf and beach, are the Osprey. (Ospreys?)
The Ultimate Fish-Hunting Machine.
Eyesight so sharp that this osprey can circle over the ocean at a height that is taller than my parents' seven story condominium... and then dive in a split second into the water at the speed of a bullet and grab an unfortunate fish.
I have never seen an osprey miss. Once a fish is targeted, the fish is doomed.
Circling overhead, the osprey scans the sea:
A fish is targeted. The osprey begins its downward hurtle toward the ocean:
A moment before impact with the water (and the fish). The talons are aimed down into the water, the head/eyes are focused on the fish, the wings are tucked behind the bird... almost like a feathered torpedo:
All we see are the tips of its wings sticking out from above the water, but you can be sure that talons are meeting fish.
And, indeed - the osprey is victorious:
Like I said - I've never seen one miss.
As the osprey rises from the water and begins to fly back to wherever the osprey calls home, it shakes the water off itself in mid-flight. You'll see it sort of pause while flying and shake itself - almost like a wet dog does after a bath:
As it was flying back to its nest, it passed by some random folks swimming around in the ocean:
Had they just watched the osprey capture the fish? I don't think they had.
It's so interesting. With nature, life and death struggles happen all around, and most of the time they are unseen. Even when they happen so very close to us.