It's amazing how one's mind works. I got up this morning and for some reason decided to look at the series of osprey shots that I took over a year ago. I recalled how these big wings flapped by the sunroom...I looked out and saw this big bird land in Estelle's dead pine tree - two houses down. Estelle kept this dead tree in her yard by the river -- keeping it, she said, for an eagle to land. I felt sure that this bird was Estelle's eagle...never having seen an osprey. I checked it out with my binoculars and rushed for my camera. It had a big fish in its tight grip.
Something told me to look up the date that Estelle passed away. I knew it was July a year ago. Sure enough, it was almost to the day when I last saw her. She died a couple days later. And, I believe a storm took down the dead pine tree shortly afterwards.
Here's to a lovely lady!
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