Over the years, the people who fish at Lake Ralphine have created several little clearings in the brush and grasses that grow along the edge of the water. I've discovered that many of them, especially at the gunky end of the lake, are great places to sit and wait for...whatever. Some days there's just not a lot happening. Other days, I can't draw all of the action that's going on and have to choose.
This particular day there wasn't a whole lot to see, except for a few turtles poking their heads above the water and drifting, and a black phoebe (Sayornis nigricans) perched in small trees or shrubs on the other side of the lake, waiting for insects to fly by. One minute it was there and the next it wasn't.