As the rain fell gently, but not lightly, the dog studied the situation, sniffed a lot, and decided to stay inside. All I saw in the gray morning were equally gray titmice. One landed on the feeder roof and skidded on the wet surface. A disturbance in the creek was explained when a beak holding a silvery fish popped briefly above the surface. The commotion moved downstream below the surface and out of sight. Something else dived before I could identify it.
The rain drizzled away around lunch time and hungry birds arrived. Pine warblers argued over barkbutter soup. They clung to the hanger and bobbed for underwater bites. Colors were brighter on the freshly washed leaves even in diffuse light that obscured a bluebird. A multitude of house finches and chickadees squabbled over the sunflower seeds. A Carolina wren held its place at the feeder. I missed the Carolina wren, and a junco and a white throated sparrow on the ground because I put in a fresh battery and the camera was sulking.
A great egret took over the neighbors' floating dock. Two pair of hoodies paddled past. The females looked more gray than brown. I checked on the tiny mushrooms and discovered a nearby crop of full sized ones. They look like honey mushrooms but I'm not brave enough to find out. The final couple of hours of daylight were sunny but over so soon. Sunset came at 4:50pm with almost a month still to go to the solstice.
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