Cold

Only traces of cloud remain.  Nuthatch was up early. Later, on my way to a meeting, long bars of cloud radiated out of the North with corrugated patches of cloud elsewhere.  I assume they marked oscillations in air pressure - waves and troughs.

After the meeting, the clouds had become fuzzy cotton balls against a brilliant blue.  On the creek, black back gulls were battling over a catch.  Other gulls roller-coastered on the wind.  A pelican flew low to the water.  A cardinal visited the feeder while sparrows foraged below.  This song sparrow bullied the white-throats out of the way.

Bright half a moon tonight.