Bright morning didn't last

An early egret flew past.  A Carolina wren and chickadees came to the feeder. Apparently the seeds got stuck out of reach because only a few chickadees and a nuthatch came back.  The trees have reached the stage that reminds me of Shakespeare's "bare, ruined choirs where late the sweet birds sang. 

On the creek, a great blue heron landed in the pines.  A pelican flew downstream and buffleheads followed as the day grew darker.  I shook the seeds down so maybe tomorrow will be more interesting.