Another pink sunrise, but this one was followed by haze and clouds with intermittent sunshine. The male downy visited the suet before it was fully light. I saw him later in the dogwood. A throng of chickadees came to the feeder during breakfast, joined occasionally by a titmouse. A male house finch and a male cardinal blended with the red leaves. Geese landed on the creek and sent ripples through the perfect reflections. Leaves fluttered out of the trees. There was a heavy dew overnight because the temperature dropped considerably. 
As lunch was cooking I was surprised by a monarch butterfly feeding on the pink camellia flowers. It was followed by a cloudless sulphur and a silver spotted skipper. Bees competed with the skipper on the herbs. Meanwhile, a mockingbird sampled some dogwood berries and then took a long drink form the birdbath. The downy returned but I startled it. Chickadees came back too. Mallards were out on the creek which had gone ruffled from the wind gusts. The afternoon grew very windy and cumulus clouds formed ridges and crosshatch patterns. The prediction is for fair weather but folklore suggests otherwise. The birdhouse that disappeared a year ago reappeared from somewhere inside the camellia.
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