The all-night rain tapered off to a drizzle and then a mist, and the sun broke through. Result: this rainbow over the North Basin. It held for only a few minutes, long enough to capture this snapshot.
Both Burrowing Owls occupied their customary places this morning. The First Owl dozed a bit, sometimes closing one eye, sometimes both. The Second Owl turned its back to the admiring public and tried to ignore the half-dozen ground squirrels that rampaged in the vicinity. I happened to be onsite when a Park staff member passed in a big white pickup truck. The owl followed it with its eyes for half a second, then returned to scanning the surroundings in its usual way. It gave no signs of stress or alarm. Ho hum, another pickup truck.
Among other feathers of interest, I saw a White-crowned Sparrow posing on a post, and an energetic female Bufflehead between dives. They’re the smallest duck on the water.