When we got up, every surface had a rime of white. The birdbath was frozen and there was a partial skin of ice on the creek. White throated sparrows seemed to match the mulch. The Carolina wrens found the mealworm dish frosted like a fancy cocktail. Buffleheads got the water moving in the creek. Squirrels discovered there were mealworms in the dish.
But the day quickly warmed. The red bellied woodpecker female started in on the fresh block of suet K hung yesterday. I kept trying to get a picture of the buzzards circling low over the creek. The tide was very low and the dead fish were obvious. They looked like they would have been eating size if caught alive. About eight mallards snoozed on a floating dock downstream. I put out bark butter balls and a blue jay sang sweetly before making the usual raucous call and landing on the feeder.
The kinglet showed up for lunch. So did a downy woodpecker. In the afternoon, pelicans and herons flew over the creek, landing to catch living fish. After dark the moon was quite bright.
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