Check out this amazing narrative.
Sonny spots Mr. Osprey scoping the river for any breakfast that might be out there.
Before making his play, Osprey scouts above to see if he himself isn't being stalked. He's heard there's been some trouble coming from above.
Deciding it's "safe enough," the Osprey decides to go after that silvery shadow he saw down near the river's surface.
The claws are out, and the forecast isn't looking good for somebody in the river.
The sad loser of today's lottery-of-existence is Mr. Blue-Back Herring.
His catch secured, Mr. Osprey turns back to his nest to show the Missus that he isn't that useless after all.
But wait!! Arriving from nowhere, previously sensed by Mr. Osprey but until now unseen, comes Mr. American Bald Eagle. "Fuck you, Mr. Osprey!" he cries. "Gimme that herring!! I know Trump!!! America first or something!"
A couple of mornings ago, Sonny was following some herons with a camera when a car stopped on the bridge over him and tossed a kitty into the river. Sonny is a passionate man, and forced to choose between going in after the cat and chasing down and killing the driver of the car, I imagine he briefly thought of the latter, but he went for the cat instead, reached her alive, and pulled her to safety.
Today, he reports that, after a clean bill of health from the vet, his daughter has adopted the rescue-ee — now named Penelope — and promises to spoil her.
