Mare's tail clouds were tiled across the blue, but they've moved out to sea. Titmice tried to get a place at the feeder but the white throats were too greedy. Cardinals and finches managed. A song sparrow poked through the mulch.
Lunch was late. The song sparrow continued to forage in the mulch, occasionally interrupted by squirrels. White throats and chickadees preferred the feeder. On the creek, cormorants were alone. Crows had business everywhere. The creek surface is mirroring the sunlit trees. A robin perched in the oak, calling attention to the buds beginning to swell.
Twilight brought a pair of wood ducks I would barely see.
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