Wet

It rained overnight and into the morning.  A myrtle warbler was too hungry to care.  But the bark butter balls were flooded so it had to compete with the downy woodpeckers for suet.  The white throats didn't care if the mulch was wet, they kicked it anyway. 

The rain turned to mist and dwindled to an end before lunch. Lots of trash washed into the creek.  A male cardinal posed in the dogwood. The woodpeckers mostly stayed where they were screened by twigs. A titmouse took its seeds to the dogwood but kept its back to me. 

Around 4pm, the sun found a break in the clouds.  Four cormorants dried their wings while perched on a snag in the lake.  A female hoodie drifted on the glassy creek.  Then a male appeared and slowly drifted over to her.  Despite the sunlight, the camera had trouble with focus.