Well, OK, from where we were you couldn’t actually walk to where these osprey were. My distance estimator (aka the Big Guy) gave me a reading of 300 feet along the hypotenuse defined by the stretch of open water to the shore and the big tree sticking up from said shore.
At the limit of my camera’s zoom capability and at the limit of my capability to hold a long lens steady, the universe intervened and gave me a scene. And you, as it turns out.
After this it degenerated into a jumble of feathers and beaks (and fish bits, presumably), but my day was already made.