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.