Morning (dark, rainy, foggy), not much hope to see much, but Parker River always surprises me.
On a telephone pole, a Red-tail posing for me, and then, on my return to the gate to leave, a real show.  I can't help myself, I will probably be photographing Red-tails for the rest of my life, I love them so.  This is as close as I have ever been to one in the wild.

Here he is, before I've even entered the sanctuary.  About 40 yards away.

and on into the flats.  A flock of Cedar Waxwings immovable in the rain.

Mallard in take-off

Northern Pintail.  How elegant can a duck be?

Even in the bad light, the chocolate stands out.

Green-winged Teal

Returning to the gate, I found him on one of the signs 5 feet off the ground.  I stopped, rolled down my window, and
he just sat there, occasionally peering at me.

Finally taking flight, he flew down the road past me. 

Then he suddenly landed even closer to me! About 10 yards away, he watched briefly, and then
finally had had enough and flew off over the marsh. 

"You lookin' at sumpthin' ?"

"See ya!"