It was a good day to fish apparently, for both human and ducks. In addition to the hoodies, I saw a male bufflehead. (And a surprising number of leaves pretending to be ducks.)
A couple of titmice came to the feeder which K had refilled with fresh seed. White throats scurried around below.
As I drove to my lunch meeting, an insect landed on my windshield that looked like a love bug from underneath. Unlikely this far North, and especially in November, but the day was warm, the insect was clearly attracted to cars, and it could have arrived in a plant shipment or something. If that's what it was, I doubt it will find love. The temperature began to drop in the afternoon and by sunset it was chilly. There were no clouds, just a gradual brightness and color change from the Western horizon around to the Eastern.
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