Osprey

I saw her fly in, but almost missed where she landed. I'd already passed the dead tree, but turned around to look at the dramatic sky, and there she was, a little damp, but glorious. This isn't a shot of flight, but one of balancing on the branch while incessantly grooming and constantly checking for--what? Food? Enemies? Another storm?

It hasn't rained yet today, but the clouds are ever-changing, dark skies, bright skies, chilly, breezy, and a little damp.