Still more rain

The creek was glassy but had only gray tones to reflect.  Roses were bent with the weight of little droplets of rain.  Glimmers of sunlight teased my eyes.  A heron fished below the dam.  We were gone from breakfast to late afternoon.  Waves of rain passed through all day and the ground was already saturated after four days of soaking,

When we got home the male bluebird was sitting on the post, but he flew as soon as I touched the camera.  A song sparrow was more cooperative.

A crane fly bumbled against the window as the sky darkened with another rain cloud. 

Below the dam, an egret and a great blue heron shared a feast during the downpour.  I could not tell if they were catching fish or crabs or what.