Today, a breezy, sunny day with big puffy clouds, I walked across yon bridge (picture taken on a gloomy January day). At bridge-top I glanced up, and uh-oh, an Osprey was dropping from the sky, apparently aiming at my head. I ducked, and it swooped back up, then dropped feet-first, a scant arms-length away, into the pond.
That was the noise it made.
The bird rose from the water with a fat Brown Bullhead in its talons. It flew away, over the blocks of condominiums.
This was the first time I visited Garden City Park without my camera. Urr.