Gravel Bar

Yesterday afternoon was lovely - temperature near 80 and very low humidity.  The walk home through the neighborhood, with the warm afternoon light, white clouds in blue sky, and the brightly colored azaleas all around, had a magic feeling.

I changed and went down to the creek to sit for a while.   About 50 feet downstream from my sitting rock, there's a gravelly bar on my side as the creek leans into a muddy bank and turns back around the bar and out of sight.

A grackle flew down to the gravel bar and spent a few minutes at water's edge, getting a drink and preening.  I remember seeing grackles there last year.  Perhaps the same one, or their progeny.

The grackle left.  Some time passed, then a couple of bright yellow goldfinches paid a visit to the same spot.  They left, and a red cardinal took his turn.   Next, it was a couple of robins.

It was interesting to me that these birds were all visiting the same place along the creek, and that they seemed, in some way, to be taking turns.