"So, how's that curling iron working out?"
Terns turning every which way.
It was chilly and windy ... a good day to tuck your beak under your feathers and conserve your hard fought, fish fueled energy reserves.
You guys preen, I'll watch this guy with the camera.
Not everybody was loafing of course. Out over some of the prettiest surfin' waves I had seen for awhile, was this busy fish hawk.
We actually called them fish hawks when I was a wee thing. I don't know when I switched to Osprey, but it was probably due to Mom and her Golden Guide to Birds.