A murder of crows

Another glorious day when I saw next to nothing.  The creek was glassy at breakfast.  The feral cat was puzzled that it could not make the water well up by walking on the pool cover.  (The water level was too low.)  

After a chilly start, the day warmed thanks to a bright sun and a breeze from the South.  A flock of crows tried to eat up all the bark butter.  And they weren't even willing to pose.  Rude.