Here we go on another year. The great fishing continued and attracted even more birds, though only half the creek was open water. The one bird that didn't pose for me was a pelican. But the frigid North wind was more than all the sunshine could defeat. Every time I looked, the birdbath had frozen again. Puffy cumulus slid South quickly. The wind made small waves where the ice was gone.
Egrets lurked by the dam outfall and a pair of hoodies investigated. Red breasted mergansers were not far behind. A few buffleheads popped up. Crows chased off a hawk, probably red-tailed. A bald eagle made several visits to fish. A make kingfisher had lunch on the dock bench. Two great blue herons monitored the creek but stayed far from each other. Three egrets lined up under the bulkhead with one of the herons. Gulls swirled in the air over the schools of fish.
Pine and yellow rumped warblers fussed over the suet. White throats foraged beneath. Red bellied woodpeckers soon took over the suet. Later, downy woodpeckers got their share. Carolina wrens, as usual, poked into everything. Blur jays preferred the bark butter balls. A song sparrow was thirsty. A male towhee wanted seeds.
In the late afternoon, the feral cat prowled down the slope to the creek. Sunset painted the cumulus clouds. As the light faded, the birds kept fishing.
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