A guy walks into a Psychiatrist’s office.

‘Hey doc, you gotta help me!’

‘How can I help you, my boy?’ replies the Psychiatrist.

‘It’s my brother, doc…it’s my brother!’

‘And what seems to be the problem with him?’

‘It’s terrible, doc; he thinks he’s an Osprey.’

‘An Osprey? You mean one of those big eagles?’

‘That’s it doc; ya gotta help me.’

‘Well how long has this condition been going on?’

The guy thinks for a bit and then replies; ‘Oh, I’d say about 18 months to two years now.’

‘Eighteen months to two years!!! Why have you waited so long to seek help for him?’

‘Well, we really enjoy all the tilapia, Red Snapper and trout he brings home.’