It refuses to drop in temperature and clear up. I have been longing for blue skies and clear star filled nights. For a while this morning it looked like it might clear and then a fog rolled in. I stopped home for lunch and to my delight the Downey Woodpecker was back. It pecked at the fir poles around the garden. There must be some tasty bugs stored under the bark. I watched him while I ate my lunch, saying to myself I would take a photo if he were still there when I finished. Lucky for me he is a slow eater. When he finally flew he did so with a choppy, hip, hop of wing beats that all woodpeckers have. He disappeared into the fog. It was good to see him. If I’m lucky I’ll see him again sometime.