I am thankful I live where I can enjoy the natural world. The wildlife slept in this morning. A male bufflehead popped to the creek surface occasionally and several pelicans cruised over the water. Around noon the feeders got attention. In addition to chickadees, house finches, and titmice, I saw one male pine warbler and one yellow rumped warbler and a male downy woodpecker.
On the ground among the white throated sparrows was a song sparrow and the first junco of the season. Squirrels were not grateful for the hot pepper flakes in the suet, or the squirrel-proof seed feeder, and they quickly cleaned out the mealworms, bending the shepherd's crook hanger in the process.
As we were leaving for the communal church dinner, I saw a male hooded merganser on the creek. The sky was streaky with stratus clouds that dimmed the sunlight. In Norfolk there were gulls and mallards.
And, as I came out of the church, up in a hackberry tree was a cat with striped extremities and spotted flanks like an ocelot. Some Googling revealed there is a breed called an
ocicat. In any case, it was in the tree (eye level to me at the top of the steps) because a flock of birds was gobbling hackberries. I couldn't identify the birds because they were back-lighted by the sky. By the time we returned, the light was dropping too low for a clear photo, but I could identify a Carolina wren among the white throats. The male cardinal was back. Sunset was very pink in every direction, even Northeast.
I am thankful I live where I can enjoy the natural world. The wildlife slept in this morning. A male bufflehead popped to the creek surface occasionally and several pelicans cruised over the water. Around noon the feeders got attention. In addition to chickadees, house finches, and titmice, I saw one male pine warbler and one yellow rumped warbler and a male downy woodpecker.
On the ground among the white throated sparrows was a song sparrow and the first junco of the season. Squirrels were not grateful for the hot pepper flakes in the suet, or the squirrel-proof seed feeder, and they quickly cleaned out the mealworms, bending the shepherd's crook hanger in the process.
As we were leaving for the communal church dinner, I saw a male hooded merganser on the creek. The sky was streaky with stratus clouds that dimmed the sunlight. In Norfolk there were gulls and mallards. 
And, as I came out of the church, up in a hackberry tree was a cat with striped extremities and spotted flanks like an ocelot. Some Googling revealed there is a breed called an ocicat. In any case, it was in the tree (eye level to me at the top of the steps) because a flock of birds was gobbling hackberries. I couldn't identify the birds because they were back-lighted by the sky. By the time we returned, the light was dropping too low for a clear photo, but I could identify a Carolina wren among the white throats. The male cardinal was back. Sunset was very pink in every direction, even Northeast.
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