A beautiful dawn with a few cumulus cream puffs turning to butter. But it is cold and gusty. The birds came in a rush to breakfast. First a red cardinal brightened the mulch. Soon sparrows and juncos joined. A wren went for the feeder, then a female cardinal played queen of the hill, pushing titmice and finches and juncos off the perch. This junco's counter-shading is very evident as it crunches a seed. The demarcation between gray upper and white under makes me think of dying Easter eggs.
Then they all left. Last to go was a white throat that often seems to stay behind. I don't understand why they fight over the feeder then leave it alone then come back and do it all again.
An hour has passed and the sky has grayed over though the sun still shines. It looks like the crows have found the hawk again. Some doves stopped by briefly along with a lone white throat sparrow. Then juncos showed up. One pried very industriously at the seeds frozen in the birdbath. A yellow-rumped warbler appeared and went to work on the rosemary. It seems attracted to winter flowers, but I cannot tell what it is eating. Carolina wrens came to the feeder.
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