Standing on the dam bridge, feeling bereft because of cold and wind and gray days, I felt the sun begin to warm me. Then, on the other side of the rail, something flickered toward me. I backed away slowly, and sure enough an Autumn Meadowhawk had alit on my red jacket.
I can't show you that male warming himself on me warming in the sun for half a minute or so, as I could not move to aim the camera at him. So instead of that single Meadowhawk, I leave you with lapping water and bird chatter.
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