Rain

A pelican flew laboriously down the creek.  Finches were first on the feeder.  Then a sparrow challenged one and an aerial battle ensued, which the smaller finch won.  Chickadees and cardinals showed up and a Carolina wren appeared briefly.  The other white throats scurried on the ground and popped into the rosemary.  The rain comes in waves, never quite stopping. 

Once K started to grill lunch the rain picked up and turned to steam on the grill.  A wren found the peanut bits I'd left for it.  White throats stayed busy.  The day continued dreary all the way to dark.