out and about

Coming home today I spotted a kestrel high in the branches of a tree, its shoulders hunched against the gray drizzle.
A neighboring tree held a crow, its wings pumping like fireplace bellows.
I actually drove around the block to take a second look at the birds.
It's such a gray gray day. Drizzle seems to be suspended like mist, but the birds are out and about.
Their eyes are bright, their voices clear.