The day was chilly, but certainly not a white Christmas. Birds arrived in waves. In the morning, it was mostly downy woodpeckers, pine warblers, and nuthatches. This one was making its getaway but the camera won. The creek was choppy but the sky was blue.
At lunchtime, wisps and curls of cloud spread across the sky. When we got home, I went out with a plunger to see if I could unplug the sink on the dock. An egret waited under the dam. Cormorants stretched their wings and ran on water. A female and a male bufflehead kept their distance. A kingfisher fled screeching up the creek as a little boat rounded the bend below the dam. Some water trickled out of the sink but the clouds got much thicker and I felt really cold so I headed back.
I sat on the patio briefly and caught a myrtle warbler with very yellow wingpits. As soon as I went inside the parade began - at least six pine warblers argued over the suet. The orange crowned warbler slipped in at one moment. The female downy seemed astonished that the pine warblers would dare take over her suet.
Meanwhile a female oriole took possession of the glass dish with bark butter and a bit of grape jelly. The male wanted a share but something startled him and he didn't come back. White throats tried to avoid all the fuss. A Carolina wren scuttled around finding bits that others had overlooked. (I had scattered the Christmas seed packet from Wild Birds Unlimited.)
The day was chilly, but certainly not a white Christmas. Birds arrived in waves. In the morning, it was mostly downy woodpeckers, pine warblers, and nuthatches. This one was making its getaway but the camera won. The creek was choppy but the sky was blue. 
At lunchtime, wisps and curls of cloud spread across the sky. When we got home, I went out with a plunger to see if I could unplug the sink on the dock. An egret waited under the dam. Cormorants stretched their wings and ran on water. A female and a male bufflehead kept their distance. A kingfisher fled screeching up the creek as a little boat rounded the bend below the dam. Some water trickled out of the sink but the clouds got much thicker and I felt really cold so I headed back.
I sat on the patio briefly and caught a myrtle warbler with very yellow wingpits. As soon as I went inside the parade began - at least six pine warblers argued over the suet. The orange crowned warbler slipped in at one moment. The female downy seemed astonished that the pine warblers would dare take over her suet. 
Meanwhile a female oriole took possession of the glass dish with bark butter and a bit of grape jelly. The male wanted a share but something startled him and he didn't come back. White throats tried to avoid all the fuss. A Carolina wren scuttled around finding bits that others had overlooked. (I had scattered the Christmas seed packet from Wild Birds Unlimited.) 
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