Gray morning

The roofers came back to finish. Before they came, juncos and finches were feeding and I saw a sparrow. On the creek, geese, gulls, and ducks were swimming. Mallards were doing their head-bobbing ritual. It is warmer despite the lack of sun. A real murder of crows raised a ruckus across the creek in the bare tree above where the egrets were sunning earlier in the week. I saw a lump that might have been an owl, or a clump of leaves.

Around noon, patches of blue began to appear, and brief moments of sun. This prompted a junco to bathe even though the birdbath is full of shingle grit. Cardinals, chickadees, and juncos competed for the feeder while several sparrows hopped around. One perched on the rosemary while others scurried under it.

By evening the sky was pretty clear except around the edges, which made as interesting sunset. The snow has nearly finished the blooms on the pink camellia and the rosemary, and the daffodil out front disappeared. The indoor orchid has bloomed from Christmas to Valentines Day, though it is beginning to wilt.