Breezy, the meteorologists call it. It was a cold wind, I say. The yellow rumped warbler and the white throated sparrow were puffed up against the cold. The downy and red bellied woodpeckers were insulated with suet. Several blue jays showed up as soon as I put out bark butter balls. One was disheveled by the "breeze."
After lunch, a titmouse tackled the upsidedown suet. The cardinals were billing and cooing again. I saw a junco up in the cherry. A bluebird visited the mealworm dish.
The red breasted merganser flock was back at the dam outfall. Pelicans were all up and down the creek. A pair of buffleheads bathed and a few hooded mergansers paddled around the dock.
Sunset colors painted shreds of cloud, first gold, then tangerine, then rose, then smoke, as I drove West. The horizon to the South was a luminous purple.
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