This blackbird was singing in the tree outside my window.
The rain began on Thursday evening, and I went to sleep with the sound of it on the roof of the boat. When I woke in the morning it had stopped and the temperature had dropped. The marina was cloaked in a shroud of mist that was deeper by the river’s edge and stretched away across the fields, hiding the flat landscape under a white cloud.
Apologies for another cat picture, but this one sort of hits the mark.
Maybe another non-feline one later.