Heron Lake Plateau another five more short graybles

The short swim to her roost was a blessed relief after a long, hot patrol. When she reached the little island, she didn't bother shaking out her pelt. Soaking wet and dripping everywhere, she padded to the small cache she kept there and helped herself to a fat duck. After eating her fill, she relaxed in a patch of sunshine and promptly fell asleep.

Some time later, her eyelids fluttered as shadows passed across them. Her orange eye slowly opened and she looked upward to see several birds winging overhead. Towhee sat up with a yawn, then cracked her neck and rolled her shoulders before rising onto all fours. She stepped out of the copse to see the source of the disturbance and found Screech leaping about in the shallows, chasing ducks.

She moved closer to the water's edge, watching him zip along the other shore, observing his antics and wondering how long it'd take him to notice her.