We have Ospreys here........... BOTH KINDS!.................... 
Vince: How long did you|actually live in Guatemala?
Sheldon: I was in the jungle, the bush, we called it...for approximately nine months.
Vince: Nine months? My God, that really must have been something.
Sheldon: It was unbelievable. I saw things...They have tsetse flies down there the size of eagles.
Sheldon: Really.
Vince: In the evening, I would stand in front of my hut and watch in horror...
...as these giant flies would pick children off the ground and carry them away. Oh, it was an incredible sight. Peasants screaming...chasing these flies down the road, waving brooms. You can imagine|the pathetic quality of this.
Waving these crudely fashioned brooms at these enormous flies...as they carried their children off|to almost certain death.
Sheldon: Oh, my, that is just|the most horrible thing. You’re sure these are flies you’re talking about?
Vince: Flies. Natives had a name for them. Jos Grecos de Muertos.
“Flamenco dancers of death.” These enormous flies flapping slowly away into the sunset. Small brown babies clutched in their beaks.
Sheldon: Beaks? Flies with beaks?
On another note the Mrs. and I saw a Golden Eagle about 10’ away from our car as we were driving home. BIG bird!
We have Ospreys here........... BOTH KINDS!....................