When I got up, the creek had a skin of fresh ice on the shady side. Egrets lined the water along the dam where they got the morning sun and were sheltered from the Northwest wind. A Carolina wren was disappointed by the ice in the birdbath. I poured in hot, but that soon froze before a chickadee could get a drink. White throated sparrows were more hungry than thirsty. A song sparrow didn't hang around. Yellow rumped warblers and juncos scurried about. An olive gray warbler had me wondering but it was probably a much duller female pine warbler. The male was certainly in evidence. I glimpsed the kinglet but didn't get a photo.
Downy woodpeckers never visit the birdbath. In fact, I don't know if they can land on a horizontal surface or walk around. The female red bellied woodpecker took over on the suet. The feral cat reappeared after lunch and all the songbirds disappeared.
The ring necked duck was back. Buffleheads dived for fish and showed off their pink feet. Herons lurked in the shallows. I saw a female red breasted merganser. And a pelican flew down the creek and landed in the water. A cormorant caught something that look like a chunk of a baguette.
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