Mourning doves

A half dozen or so were scavenging in the rain, as were a squirrel, a junco, and a sparrow.  The doves sound like stage owls, their coo is really a who.  Something startled them but not the squirrel.  It is still gray and wet but this is supposed to be the last day of it.  A steady drop in temperature is predicted which will clear the skies.

By late morning, the feeder was quite busy.  A cardinal held it against titmice, finches, and a wren.  Later the finches did the same.  Juncos, wrens, titmice, chickadees, and nuthatches nevertheless snatched seeds.  Sparrows scurried below with more juncos, wrens and doves.  Meanwhile a pelican cruised over the creek.

All were gone by lunch.  Snow is predicted for tonight.  It has not snowed since my last week working. A cold, raw wind is driving the rain against the windows.