High tide, driven by the wind and moon, was up in the grass. The gusty wind was wet but there wasn't measurable rain. A morning glory bloomed anyway. Seed eaters got too hungry to wait out the storm. A brown headed nuthatch joined the regulars.
In the late afternoon, gulls played with the wind over the creek. I think they were laughing gulls in winter plumage and larger ring billed gulls or maybe herring gulls. But the light was bad and the window misted, so I couldn't be sure. Cormorants were out fishing so I suppose that's what brought the gulls. A great blue heron flew from the water's edge. One of the larger saltbushes blew over.into the grass.
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