The cat turned up just as I was wondering what became of the birds. Doves and cardinals flitted among tree branches, catching early sunlight. When the cat had been gone for a while, a male downy woodpecker breakfasted on suet. White throats turned up eventually.
The creek glittered as a pair of hoodies paddled upstream. A great blue heron caught the late afternoon sun on the dock next to the dam. Turtles did the same on a log in the lake.
The tide was way out at sunset, leaving only a small reflection of the pink streaks in the Northern sky. A small flock of white birds sped over the dam in the twilight. I've no idea what they were. The sky to the Southwest was brushed with gold.
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