Morning was overcast with a dark bar of cloud dragging slowly across the sky. The water looked rumpled, neither rough nor flat. Bluebirds came and went early. A brown thrasher was much easier to photograph in the directionless light. The bird seemed a bit put out at the way the barkbutter stuck to its beak, sort of like peanut butter. The female red bellied woodpecker went straight to the suet.
The sun was out by lunch. White throated sparrows were content to forage for what the chickadees dropped. A great blue heron perched on a fallen tree. The dock downstream next to the dam looked even worse than ours, with a buckled frame. Overall, I didn't have a lot of time to spend at a window.
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