20 x 10
Oil on Canvas
Reproductions Available

Late August, right before the ospreys headed south for the winter, my neighbor and I were chatting the in yard and noticed an osprey on a dead fall in our big, old maple tree. The osprey had caught a croaker and the croaker was letting everyone know he wasn’t happy. He croaked and croaked and croaked. Impatient, the osprey few off with the croaker croaking his heart out. I decided then and there to paint a tribute to that brave fish.