A touch of morning haze indicates the onset of those clouds which will probably bring rain tomorrow. It's quite romantically gray out there, in fact. If I didn't need to sleep, it would be a good morning for a long walk. The woodpeckers are already up and chattering. I forgot to mention that yesterday I was awakened by the songs of a mockingbird. They rarely visit this place. When they do, their repertoire is quite different than that of the mockingbirds I used to hear in Los Angeles, where they are plentiful. I don't know what territory this bird had visited, but he had picked up some calls I've never heard before. They were probably the songs of birds that frequent the lower elevations. It was odd to hear unfamiliar bird songs among the squawks of commonplace jays and crows. For a minute, emerging from sleep, I wasn't quite sure where I was. I enjoyed that.