Will the sun ever return?

It was yet another cool, dark, and dreary morning, and the deer were nowhere I could see. Perhaps I was too early or too late or they’re just fed up with the weather, too. Instead, there was one lone wood duck hen on the pond.

There were no geese on the river, but a few mallards are still around.

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The cedar waxwings were hunting over the river again, but on the far side, of course.

There was also a blue heron fishing on the river, but I must have startled it as I searched in vain for the sea monster from yesterday, and it resumed fishing at the falls, after a quick scratch first.

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Bumblebees are still about, and here’s one working on a hyssop blossom.

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Finally, I watched a Cooper’s hawk, perhaps the same one as last time, try at least three times to catch a squirrel, be repulsed each time, and fly away empty taloned. These squirrels are tough, I tell you! Don’t be conned by that cute little “who me?” pose.

Lastly, I did check for progress the beavers might be making with those cottonwood trees, but couldn’t detect any this morning. I did take some pictures, just in case, but won’t bore you with those.