Cold water

It was lunch time when the birds finally got theirs.   Blue jays and mockingbirds were happy.  By afternoon, the sun was hot but the water was only 68.  Still, I got in till a black fly drove me out.  Butterflies continued to tease me.  A wasp worked on the rue.  Skinks went about their business around the steps.   A blue jay sunbathed on an oak limb.  A mockingbird grew bold enough to pretend it didn't see me.  Two downy woodpeckers argued over the suet.  Strange things moved beneath the surface of the creek.  Rings formed with no visible cause.  A line of turbulence moved downstream.