Clouds and crows

A murder of crows indeed, settling in one tree, then another, and discussing it the whole time.  A Carolina wren explored the mechanics of the gas grill right outside the window.  Titmice and chickadees traded places on the feeder.  Clouds keep zooming out of the North, making the sun blink on and off.  It is very windy and gusty, and now and then looks like rain.  Then blue sky returns. 

A buzzard circled overhead, sliding on the wind.  A kingfisher announced its successful landing on a piling.  The feeder birds have been selfish and cranky, pushing each other off the feeder.  I'm still seeing swallowtails. And I was buzzed by a cicada.