No doubt we needed just such a slow, gentle rainfall, but It certainly made a gray day. There wasn't enough light for photos at breakfast. The female red bellied woodpecker was ready for suet. White throats were foraging along with a song sparrow. The yellow rumped warbler guarded the suet from smaller birds but the male downy ignored the warbler. The yellow patch on the warbler's head got much more visible when the bird was agitated.
And then there was a commotion downstream with gulls flying every which way. The riot spread upstream and eventually it became clear that they were feasting on the decaying fish. Ruddy ducks engaged in real fishing, as did herons.
The wren pair didn't mind that the bark butter balls were wet from the rain. Titmice came for seeds and suet. I saw a blue jay watching the feeders but it didn't come closer. The female downy came for her turn at the suet. The male pine warbler slipped in for some suet but the butterbutt always showed up to drive its cousin away. The squirrel with only half a tail got very wet for lack of that fur umbrella.
Around 4pm, I noticed there was fog over the lake. It slowly spread to the creek and mercifully hid the decaying fish. The gulls left at last.
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