Work day at the summer place with no chance to check the Osprey.
Through out the afternoon I listened to the chatter of the wrens…their coming and going seemed none stop.
Easy to tell that they were feeding young ones…looks like someone found the worlds smallest Hot Dog.
Thinking back how chilly it was on this morning in the middle of March…do recall the clicker finger becoming numb from the cold.
It’s all part of photographing owls in the winter…you just get used to dealing with frozen fingers.
The early bird catches the worm or in this case the fish…early morning visit to an Osprey site finds that I was in time for breakfast.
The catch of the day was a Bullhead