As we were making breakfast, K noticed a red fox sniffing around the squirrel sculpture. By the time I saw it, the fox was trotting down the path behind the pool, headed to the creek. It soon came back up and we next saw it going downhill again, this time on the far side of the fence. I'm guessing it was working its way downstream. I never got a photo as there was always too much vegetation in the way. It could have been still hungry, or a youngster looking for a territory of its own, or looking for a mate. The morning was not frosty, but the folk song came to mind. As did the character from folk tales.
In other news, I put grape jelly out in the low feeder as soon as I got to the kitchen. Not two minutes later the oriole came for breakfast. White throats squabbled in the mulch with pine warblers. Then a Carolina wren took over the suet. A nuthatch swerved in mid air when it saw a cardinal was already on the seed feeder. This was all before the sun was strong enough for good pictures, and before the fox.
Out on the creek, a couple of buffleheads fished among the geese. I saw herons, egrets, cormorants, and a pelican fly past the birds on the water. The kingfisher was back with another fish.
By mid afternoon, the sky was intensely blue. The downy woodpeckers worked industriously on the suet. The orange crowned warbler got a turn on the suet. And the myrtle warbler finally showed up near sunset. Then they all disappeared as the feral cat appeared.
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