The white spot squirrel was up for breakfast. She sniffed around where I'd dumped dust from the bottom of the trail mix, but it was all gone. A titmouse joined the regulars. An eagle circled high over the house just as we were leaving.
When we finally got home, the regulars were hungry and the wrens were busy. Squirrels were flirting in the beauty berry. A tiger swallowtail crossed the patio.
In the evening I could hear a great crested flycatcher but it stayed out of sight. Titmice and chickadees competed for seeds.One fledgling chickadee figured out how to use the feeder but in between hammering seeds it still cried to be fed. The baby wrens let the world know every time a parent arrived with a morsel. A brown thrasher foraged under the oak.
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