Morning Dew and Cat-birds

The sun had come out and dried up the nights dew that had laid heavy upon the ground, yet the delicate feather lying on the shore had captured and held droplets of moisture under it.
This pretty little gray bird is a cat-bird. We heard a meowing sound and this is the character who was making the cat-calls. The people running Payne Lake campsite thought there was a stray cataround and had been looking for it, that is until I informed them that they were being deceived by a bird.