Ozzie Osprey's Insights

It's naptime!

They always want me to perform.  Geesh!

Snap the photo, wouldja?

Ozzie's wingspan is about five feet when he choses to flare for the camera.

I can see you better than you can see me.

I can play Quasimoto.

How do you like my vulture pose?

I have a seagull housekeeper.

Just got my frohawk trimmed by the breeze.

I could use a manicurist.

All for now.  I need my beauty sleep.

Ozzie Osprey's Coast Condo

Each evening after his final fishing expedition, Ozzie Osprey (the Oz), retires to his evening branch in a Torrey Pine tree.

After his yoga routine, he prepares for sleep.

Namaste














An osprey does not snore, he purrs.

To Bee

Including one beetle

Summer Birds . . . Some are not.

Now, who's the cutest?

How Birds Amuse Themselves

Get ready.  Let's begin with pigeons versus pelicans.


One point for each tourist hit.

All birds welcome.

First score!

I can do it, squeeze. squeeze.
Dude, really.

Got that guy in the flowered shirt. Ha Ha Ha Ha

That is so wrong. No class.

Heh.Heh Heh.  Wait till you see my score.

What Birds Think About

Just got a cut and blow dry.

Flying and fishing are overrated.  I love nap time.

Think we should get tattoos?

I can balance a fish on my beak.

Wing ups feel so good.

If only I could get rid of the fish smell.

Ready for my close up.

Doncha wish you could fly?

I'm training for the balancing beam in Bird Olympics. 

Gonna sip me some Starbucks.

Figments in Fireworks

Whish
         Whreeeoo




Wroom
                
            

Fledges of the night awaken.

In wheels of light they whirl.
Smoke scents the air.

A few collect in sprints to orange. 




Dapples spreckle in aubergine.

The nighthawk erupts his rays of gold.

An explosion in tango feathers the finale.