A tiny golden eye duck, female, the size of a very young one, moves slowly across a small river inlet.  Then a bald eagle flies over the little duck, starts to dive on it, then flies off. 

Neither Aki or I will see another bird. They have all taken shelter from the rising storm. A little sunlight works though the cloud layer then disappears. When the storm arrives we turn back to the car, already wet from the new rain.