Cold rain

 At breakfast, the birds seemed monochrome through the rain-streaked glass.  Not only the titmice, juncos, and downy woodpeckers, but even the warblers and white throats seemed colorless.  There was so little light that taking photos seemed useless.  I think the rain brought my cold back. At church the fire alarm went off so we all stood, dripping, under a roofed outdoor space.  Then on the way home it became clear that the inside of my coat was wet. 


At lunch there was enough light, but the glass was still spotted and streaked because the wind came from the Northeast.  Two Carolina wrens ate some of everything.  This one had a stuffed crop. 

 I saw a great blackback gull afloat on the creek.  Buffleheads ignored the rain.  A few pelicans flew over though I wonder if they could see fish through the wind-ruffled, rain-pocked surface.

A starling got away with a meal because I was not going outside to chase it.  A crow swooped over the feeders and scared all the songbirds.  Orioles were too hungry to stay away, even the male.  The female downy was not happy.  First the male oriole scolded her, then a female really let loose.