I had a before-breakfast appointment and rain hammered me along the bay. A flock of big birds passed the bridge. They might have been pelicans. It had stopped when I returned and muted sunlight escaped through a thin patch of overcast. I definitely saw pelicans at lunch. Enough leaves blew off the willow that I could see the dam outfall.
By time for my afternoon commitment immense individual clouds stretched in bands of rain with blue sky between so that I saw sunlight trees between strokes of the wiper blades
Back home birds rushed to feed during a lull. A titmouse, a pine warbler, and a Carolina wren joined the regulars. A song sparrow foraged with the white throats. As the light faded, I glimpsed a female bufflehead between dives.
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