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I tried to be in the woods by 6:30 yesterday morning so I could hear the dawn chorus at its peak cacophony. I missed it by half an hour. There were no other people out there then, and the bottomlands were suffused by a cool, quiet mist. On Yellow Springs Creek I startled a large bird of prey perched on a branch over the water. It surprised me as well. As it flew overhead and I heard its shrill, piping cry, I realized it was an osprey.