One wet Waxwing....

A flock of thirteen were sitting in the tree while the snow dripped all around them. It was a warm day and what was falling was white rain, although it was lying and continued all day. I was pretty wet, so these poor birds must have been too.
Had it been rain and cold it could have been described as dreich, but it was whitish grey and misty and warmish, so can't think of a suitable adjective.