Friday afternoon, Motor Man and I left home to go run a couple of errands. As soon as we pulled out of the driveway, we remembered something we needed to get from inside the house. Rather than opening the roll-up garage doors, I decided to just go in through the front door.
As I came back out, something caught my eye: an osprey carrying a HUGE limb in his talons. I’m sure it was on the way to the nest being built at the marina near our house. Evidently I spooked him, because, suddenly, he dropped it, and it missed hitting our Tahoe by less than two feet.
But what concerned Motor Man (and me) even more, was the fact that I probably missed getting that limb dropped on my head by about ten seconds. I’m standing where the limb landed, and was walking across the porch when the osprey dropped it.
Oh, and we weighed that stick…just a little less than a pound and a half. That doesn’t really sound like much, but imagine the strength in their talons for a bird to be able to carry that.
We’re thankful that was just a close call, because I do believe that would have hurt.
~These Days Of Mine!
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