And I didn't hear it. It was the pine at the water's edge where the night heron liked to perch. I think it was doomed because ordinary high tides had been inundating its roots. But it fell toward the creek, so it was the landward side that let go.
In other news, the rain was mostly drizzle and mist but it was cold. We skipped from summer to winter or so it felt. Birds came for seeds, including a brown headed nuthatch. The hummer feeder was flooded and the barkbutter balls were flooded, so sunflower seeds were the only thing on the menu. I could see flutters in the trees so maybe other birds were eating berries.
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