Gray and wet

The rain was over but the air was very wet.  Hoodies and buffleheads plied the gray creek.  Every so often a cormorant surfaced.  Up on the lake, a turtle hauled out on the log.  In the late afternoon, a great blue heron huddled on a dock piling.

I dumped out and refilled the barkbutter dish.  A song sparrow hunted for fallen seeds and flecks of barkbutter.  Pine warblers and a Carolina wren had some of everything.  Blue jays focused on the fresh barkbutter balls. I read in Sibley Birds East that Southern blue jays are paler than Northern, and lo, it is true! 

A very red sunset sneaked up on me.