Titmice showed up for breakfast. The fog wasn't as evident over our creek, but when I crossed the Lesner bridge, both bays were enshrouded. It was much foggier on the way down Great Neck than it had been on the way up Independence.
Downy woodpeckers came for lunch. On the creek, a great black-backed gull wrestled with a large catch. A great blue heron watched from the neighbors' floating dock. Buffleheads were out but the light was fading. The feral cat kept birds from their bedtime snacks.
The waxing moon had an ice halo.
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