Fog again

The fog hung over the creek and slowly dissipated in the sun.  Some frost showed on the dock but nowhere else.  The creek was like a mirror that breathed slowly.  Occasional leaves fluttered and fell, slowly but fairly straight down in the still air.  White throats, chickadees, and an assertive wren came for breakfast.  A squirrel is building a nest in the fork of the oak. 

Mid-morning, a wall of cloud moved in from the West and hid the sun. It soon stretched and cracked and broke apart. I took a look at the sunflowers I'd dumped outside the day before Thanksgiving and, lo, there was the inchworm!  So I transferred it to a seed head on the live plant. I think it is a Common Eupithecia.  It picked a totally inappropriate place to pretend to be a twig.  Bees are visiting the rosemary.

A couple of buffleheads paddled in the creek and a curious sparrow inspected us at lunch. 

The sun set in a bed of streaky stratus clouds that were a brassy yellow gray.