Wet

The weather folklore was that if March came in roaring like a lion, it would depart as gently as a lamb. However, this March arrived more like a wet dog shaking himself off. Red breasted mergansers bathed and preened.  A few buffleheads, a coot, and numerous gulls were afloat fishing.  Later a heron used the floating dock to watch for fish.  Two cormorants perched on the lake snag but the rain was like fog for the camera. 


Despite the wet, there were feeder visitors.  Red bellied and downy woodpeckers took turns withe the suet.  The cardinals were courting again - she's a pretty high-maintenance bird.  I finally caught the white breasted nuthatch sneaking a seed.  Even the white throats got up on the feeder.  One starling was able to get some suet.  A winter-drab goldfinch joined a female house finch and gave me a good comparison shot.  Blue jays preferred the dish of bark butter balls but a squirrel got into the dish and ate the mealworms.