Fog

There was a weather saying: "A January fog will freeze a hog," but it is not really cold.  It is still, both the air and the creek.  Drops are hanging from every branch and plopping loudly.  The sun is beginning to burn through but the only birds thus far are a gull, a crow, and a blue jay.  And here comes the wren!

The fog was slowly dissipating and then suddenly it was gone.  I'm thinking the temperature rose just past the dew point.  Before that, a heron sailed downstream.  Something, maybe a ruddy duck, made rings in the creek.  Then a cormorant flew close to the water. 

Once the fog was gone, the sky was hazy but sunny.  Then around lunch, it clouded up.  Pelicans were fishing.  A junco showed up briefly.  The white throats were in the front yard hopping around the azaleas. A dandelion has flowered. A gull soared overhead. 

Sunset turned the clouds and everything pink.  With twilight, a cardinal and a sparrow stocked up on seeds. A hooded merganser pair paddled upstream.