When I arrived at the wayside near the river yesterday afternoon, the skies were only partly cloudy to the north and east.  There were a few buzzard hanging over the trees on the stiff wings that were blowing across the river.  They were obviously hoping the osprey would catch a fish and then drop it on the beach for them.  They were out of luck.  The water was a bit rough and churned up.  I didn’t see the osprey dive all the way to the water a single time.   Just before the dark clouds started moving in, a bald eagle made several passes high over the river.