Edgeless, fuzzy clouds are blowing East, bright on their Eastern side and dark on the West. This is a sky I associate with Easter. When the sun finds an opening, it highlights the trees against a darker sky. Buzzards, pelicans and gulls are aloft. Titmice, wrens, and a nuthatch have visited the feeder while doves, juncos, both kinds of sparrow, and the female towhee have rummaged through the mulch. A male bufflehead and some female mergansers are out on the creek.
By 9:45am, the sky had gone to plain overcast. An hour later it was back to blue with sunlit cotton puffs. A pair of nuthatches came for a snack. The male towhee put in a brief appearance. The miniature daffodils have started to bloom. Honeybees are visiting the rosemary. I think the groundhog was accurate.
I debated carrying the camera this evening but made the mistake of leaving it home. The sun set in a gorgeous peach glow while streaky clouds to the South picked up the color. Crows paralleled me down Witchduck, headed I believe for the great flock that meets at the junction of 64 and 264. That flock was already swirling when I passed. I would not be surprised if there were a thousand birds. They were spectacular against the sunset, but a bit spooky. Why are they there? Then coming home, a huge yellow moon rose past bars of cloud.
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