By Mike Busch
On Monday evening my family and I were enjoying some perfect conditions at the beach. As always, I was scanning the horizon for signs of life, always hoping for the for the blow of a Humpback Whale or at least the splashing of a school of bunker (menhaden). Besides a few draggers offshore, all appeared quiet until I saw an Osprey dive for a bunker and fly right by us with his fresh catch.
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