I didn't spend long in the morning because I had a breakfast meeting. The butterbutt ate mealworms, then the oriole moved in. Downy woodpeckers stuck to suet. White throats visited the seed feeder when tired of poking the mulch. Titmice were up early. A blue jay also snacked on mealworms.
When I got home, the cloud cover was tearing apart to the South. I saw the oriole in the dogwood, on the suet, and at the birdbath. Carolina wrens were eating mealworms. The usual heron was in the usual spot. A couple of female red breasted mergansers were out on the creek. And then a pair of
American wigeons paddled by a napping ruddy duck. A dozen cormorants dried out on a dock downstream. That dock looked quite nasty from the guano. A flock of crows headed somewhere and a buzzard tilted in the wind. Pelicans patrolled the creek. Last night was the full moon so low tide was very low.
It grew warm enough for flying bugs, though the wind was chilly over the water. A
ring-necked duck and a bufflehead were diving in the lake. Last time I saw it (Jan. 15), I misidentified the ring-necked because it was so distant. I thought it had a white breast but this time I could see that a curve on the side had fooled my eye. Sunset was a pale gold haze.
I didn't spend long in the morning because I had a breakfast meeting. The butterbutt ate mealworms, then the oriole moved in. Downy woodpeckers stuck to suet. White throats visited the seed feeder when tired of poking the mulch. Titmice were up early. A blue jay also snacked on mealworms. 
When I got home, the cloud cover was tearing apart to the South. I saw the oriole in the dogwood, on the suet, and at the birdbath. Carolina wrens were eating mealworms. The usual heron was in the usual spot. A couple of female red breasted mergansers were out on the creek. And then a pair of American wigeons paddled by a napping ruddy duck. A dozen cormorants dried out on a dock downstream. That dock looked quite nasty from the guano. A flock of crows headed somewhere and a buzzard tilted in the wind. Pelicans patrolled the creek. Last night was the full moon so low tide was very low. 
It grew warm enough for flying bugs, though the wind was chilly over the water. A ring-necked duck and a bufflehead were diving in the lake. Last time I saw it (Jan. 15), I misidentified the ring-necked because it was so distant. I thought it had a white breast but this time I could see that a curve on the side had fooled my eye. Sunset was a pale gold haze. 
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