The creek was untroubled at breakfast. White throats foraged at dawn. I saw a gorgeous red tailed hawk sitting in a tree along I64 on the way to church. No camera, of course.
Pine warblers joined us for lunch. A myrtle warbler looked around for an easy meal. Downy woodpeckers traded turns on the suet. Nuthatches and titmice grabbed seeds-to-go.
Two male buffleheads fished on the channel side of the creek. I went outside and discovered I was not dressed warmly enough. Nonetheless, I went down to the dock to see if I could spot more fishing birds. However, a neighbor decided to do some fishing himself and all the birds left. I did see a heron up in a tree way downstream.
After I gave up and climbed back up to the house, gulls and cormorants must have found a school of fish. They followed it, plunging and diving, back and forth from the dam outfall to some point upstream the at I could not see. An egret was attracted by the commotion. More came, including a heron.
After I went indoors, juncos foraged in the mulch. Pine warblers worked on the suet while a female oriole came back for more of that good grape jelly. Two of them visited the birdbath till a dove scared them off. White throats and a wren reappeared when the light faded. I spotted a sapsucker in the hackberry, apparently after berries.
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