5:12 p.m. and the sky is as gray as the pole is white, but our fearless osprey is back on his perch, posing for me!  A couple days ago, I thought it was injured because it was sitting with it's wings hanging down, not all tucked in neatly as in this shot.  Turns out he was just drying his wings (or something like that) because he flew off a few minutes later.