Not quite a flat calm. The reflections of the gas rig (?) and the ferry (?) and the grey Navy ship that's always there shimmer a little on the surface of the water. Dwarfed tug boat, one of two, making white smoke that piles upwards in the air. Enough wind to move the smoke along the quay, and now the tug boat's on its way, backwards, out round the Navy ship, leaving a curved wake that catches the sun, the tug boat sunlit as it comes out of the ship's shadow. Something big coming in later? Only one tug, though.
I have a robin on the bird feeder. And a small brown ... bird? I really must get better at this. Most of the day, the bird feeder hosts seagulls, magpies and crows trying to get a foothold [there goes another tug], but the marks in the two coconuts suggest that actually the small birds get to eat. I think mostly they come early, before the assorted corvids, et al, get out of bed. Sometimes, a crow gets a foothold. I'm inside the window and the crow's outside, and no doubt we're both reminded of Edgar Allen Poe. There's also a robin out back: two separate territories.
I have a robin on the bird feeder. And a small brown ... bird? I really must get better at this. Most of the day, the bird feeder hosts seagulls, magpies and crows trying to get a foothold [there goes another tug], but the marks in the two coconuts suggest that actually the small birds get to eat. I think mostly they come early, before the assorted corvids, et al, get out of bed. Sometimes, a crow gets a foothold. I'm inside the window and the crow's outside, and no doubt we're both reminded of Edgar Allen Poe. There's also a robin out back: two separate territories.