The creek never fully melted and the birdbath refroze each hour. The feral cat was waiting below the feeders at dawn. Red bellied woodpeckers arrived as soon as it was fully light. Blue jays were right behind. A Carolina wren was also hungry. White throats were glad I melted the birdbath.
A squirrel not only ate the clementines, but also gobbled up the grape jelly that was supposed to lure an oriole.
The doves were back. So was the olive-drab warbler which I suppose is just another pine warbler. The yellow rumped warbler with the odd markings was back too. And I got a glimpse of a song sparrow. Downy woodpeckers got up later than their big cousins.
Mallards got as far as the dam before they ran out of open water. A great blue heron watched the ice from the mud flat exposed at low tide.
Sunset was a brilliant pink as the sky had gotten hazy. The moon was haloed in mist.
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