Ice on the creek

The cold brought out hungry doves and a white throated sparrow.  A downy woodpecker and a pine warbler tried to share the suet.  That Carolina wren managed to dodge every shot I tried.

In the late morning when the sun had reached the dead trees on the lake, a heron perched on a snag.  Like the creek, the lake was partly ice covered.

At lunch time, the wren was back and the nuthatches were up.  A myrtle warbler (aka a yellow rumped warbler) came for suet.

A flock of bluebirds zipped around in the middle of the afternoon.  By then the sky had gone white.  Some sort of woodpecker was up in the redwood.


Sunset was strange as the cloud layers created a ind of lens that split the sun's glow.