Foggy morning

Apparently the fog pleased the songbirds.  Downy woodpeckers, titmice, butterbutts, juncos, and white throats joined the cardinals and finches.  Several blue jays tormented me by posing until I almost got them in focus, then flitting.  The fog gradually lifted as the morning wore on.

At noon there were hooded mergansers out on the creek and geese flying low over them.  I was in meetings all afternoon as the sky cleared.

Sunset was pink and gold shading into blue without ever passing through green.  How does the sky manage that?  A sickle moon chased the sun down into the Western horizon.