Dreary weather

Fall has been so wet, it called to mind the nursery rhyme.  A squirrel poked through the mulch and a fat drop from the feeder landed on its head.  The squirrel scrubbed its face like I would if I walked into a spiderweb.  A white throated sparrow foraged a bit later.  I thought I saw a diving duck but there was enough trash floating on the swollen creek to make me unsure.  Geese flew upstream and an egret passed over headed North.