The forest giants at the end of the road where I live. There are a pair of ospreys that nest in one of the trees in the grove. Occasionally we see one of them, probably the male because of it being nesting season, soar overhead with a fish or a snake in his talons. I think of the story of Aeschylus who was killed (so the story goes) when an eagle dropped a tortoise on his bald head, mistaking it for a rock! Perhaps I’d die of fright if an osprey dropped a tiger snake on my head!