Clouds in the West were blushing when I got up but the ones to the North were already cream. They are soft looking and lie in waves across the Northern sky. Smaller pressure ridges cross-hatch them. They are drifting East. A large flock flew North in a high V formation. I could not tell if they were migrants or the resident Canada geese. Several herons flew around the creek which is again a perfect mirror. 
The feeder and mulch below have been busy. Finches, cardinals, titmice, and nuthatches squabbled over a place on the perch. A brown bird I did not recognize also showed up. I think it was a female brown-headed cowbird. On the ground, song and white throat sparrows and juncos scurried while a goldfinch got a drink.
Gulls and buzzards have been circling over the creek. A squirrel tackled the feeder, got tangled in the perch, and fell off. It immediately began pawing through the mulch as though nothing had happened. Chickadees, juncos, nuthatches and finches are still hungry. Squirrels seem to be thirsty as well.
At dusk, mourning doves appeared.
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