In an atmospheric river, to be sure. These days every good drench gets elevated to the status of “atmospheric river.” The Burrowing Owl in the park stood at Perch B again this morning, taller than usual. It started raining shortly after dark last night and kept going through the night and into the day. I happened to be in the park during a brief lull with light rain at best. (The soundtrack records raindrops hitting the plastic cover over the camera.) As readers of this blog will be aware, Burrowing Owls love the rain. They don’t go hide in a dry shelter for a long time. Eventually they get enough and take refuge, but it takes more than one night of rain. This bird was wide awake and alert, and occasionally fluffed and shook its plumage dry.