Leaving work Thursday night, I noticed heavy, dark clouds in the west. I decided to drive up by the cemetary to get a better look. Swirling, tiny funnels were forming at the cloud bases.
I decided that I'd best head for home as the thought of hail crossed my mind. Turning around , I spied this robin, listening for worms.
He'd look and listen, remaining perfectly still.
He'd cock his head one way and then another. When he heard something "good", he'd peck the ground in an attempt to capture a juicy worm.
While I did spot him with a worm initially, he was not fortunate enough to capture a second worm while I watched.
As I drove out of town, the wind began to howl, stirring the dust and debris up.
As I drove on, I noticed an airplane coming in for landing and decided to try to capture the arrival.
The pilot worked diligently to bring the plane down in the heavy winds.
The river was glorious, shrouded in fog.
The fog did not last long and I captured its essence as it dissipated.
I spent considerable time waiting and watching for this rooster to flap his wings.