Gray

There was more rain over night.  Some fog lingered above the water.  No birds were out for breakfast.  A goose pulled grass along the creek bank.  The fog misted my windshield.

The sky cleared during lunch though the sun blinked as fuzzy clouds blew past headed out to sea.  The patio and seed feeder were still vacant.  I glimpsed a chickadee in the cherry but it didn't fly over.  Still afraid of that warbler, I suppose.  Something big flew over the creek but is was as fuzzy as the clouds in the photo.  A pair of hoodies were fishing.  The female caught a lively one.  And with that, the battery died.