Patchy clouds

It was cloudy but bright in the morning.  Squirrels were playing Tarzan in the bushes.  Maybe they did so all summer but now that the leaves have dropped it's more obvious.  No birds visited.  Geese flew up the creek.

Things livened up at lunch.  A white throat visited the feeder, along with the regulars.  A small flock of juncos were everywhere.  A wren was hidden by the fallen leaves.  A male bufflehead and some female pintails paddled while geese wandered the far bank.  A heron flew over.  As usual, I could hear more birds than I could see.  The cold wind drove me back inside.