Much the same

It is cold and dreary. Finches breakfasted with me.  A heron fished.  Veils of mist blew upstream

followed by a pelican.   Sparrows are out feeding.

We had lunch with chickadees.  A pelican hauled out onto the dock across the creek and huddled there for an hour.  Another got out on the bulkhead for a while.  Gulls played with the wind gusts.  The cardinals, both sexes, continue their turf war.  Finches and sparrows dart in for a seed while they're preoccupied. Oh, it is such a dreary day and the window glass is obscured by rain. 

A possum crossed the patio as we were eating supper.  That's the first one I've seen in the yard in years.  Actually, all I saw was the rear and tail.  Make that the first possum since February 19, 2011, same time of evening, same behavior.