I saw an osprey today. Not the feathered kind, as pictured in the photo above. That photograph was taken in Vermont years ago, but of the rotorcraft kind. I was leaving work for the day and while walking across the parking lot, I heard the whump-whump-whump sound of what I thought at the time was a helicopter. It seemed to be coming from the airport, which isn’t too surprising. So, I paid it no more heed, got into my car and drove away. When I was merging onto the highway, I heard another loud noise that I first took to be the muffler of the car that I was trying to merge around. As it turns out, I was under the running-rabbit at the end of the runway and that noise that I had heard was a Boeing V-22 Osprey taking off right above me. I saw it after it had passed over me. It was headed south too, but it soon outpaced me and disappeared into the clutter. I didn’t try to take a picture of it while I was driving, hence the use of the feathered ospreys.