The feeders were ignored except for a downy at the suet. I glimpsed a hoodie but then a fleet of geese came along and the duck disappeared. All the action was in the hackberry instead! Lots of little birds were flitting around. When I looked at the photos, I discovered they were
ruby crowned kinglets apparently attracted to the hackberry berries, or possibly bugs on the berries.
A white throated sparrow poked around under a dogwood and nearby I spotted the first junco of the season. Two blue jays swooped past my window. A mockingbird pranced along the windowsill studying me. Then I had to leave, but as I locked the door, I startled a red breasted nuthatch among chickadees.
I saw the mockingbird, or another, at lunchtime working on the beauty berries. After lunch, I went outside. A paper wasp fed on the milkweed. I heard a grasshopper stridulating but could not see it. Small moths and bees flitted around.
The trees were getting quite colorful but the frostbitten morning glory still had blossoms. A squirrel took a siesta on a small oak branch. A brown thrasher popped
out of the azaleas briefly. The crows never let up calling. The new neighbors like to fish. After they left their dock, a male kingfisher perched on the boatlift across the creek, until a returning boater scared it away. The boater left quite a wake.
The feeders were ignored except for a downy at the suet. I glimpsed a hoodie but then a fleet of geese came along and the duck disappeared. All the action was in the hackberry instead! Lots of little birds were flitting around. When I looked at the photos, I discovered they were ruby crowned kinglets apparently attracted to the hackberry berries, or possibly bugs on the berries. 
A white throated sparrow poked around under a dogwood and nearby I spotted the first junco of the season. Two blue jays swooped past my window. A mockingbird pranced along the windowsill studying me. Then I had to leave, but as I locked the door, I startled a red breasted nuthatch among chickadees.
I saw the mockingbird, or another, at lunchtime working on the beauty berries. After lunch, I went outside. A paper wasp fed on the milkweed. I heard a grasshopper stridulating but could not see it. Small moths and bees flitted around.
The trees were getting quite colorful but the frostbitten morning glory still had blossoms. A squirrel took a siesta on a small oak branch. A brown thrasher popped
out of the azaleas briefly. The crows never let up calling. The new neighbors like to fish. After they left their dock, a male kingfisher perched on the boatlift across the creek, until a returning boater scared it away. The boater left quite a wake. 
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