Two pelicans flew upstream. I caught a glimpse of a hoodie. And of course there were geese. But most of the action was up by the feeders. A Carolina wren worked on the suet before the sun was up. White throats were a bit late this morning. A female oriole defended the grape jelly from pine warblers that probable only wanted bark butter. Then the pine warblers had an aerial squabble. Red breasted nuthatches wanted sunflower seeds. The squirrels were still flirting.
Just before lunch there was another fishing frenzy. A squirrel appeared to be gnawing chips of bark of a pine tree, not to eat because I could see the pieces fall. Was there something in a crevice that the squirrel wanted?
A Carolina wren checked out the bark butter feeder, with no objection from the oriole because the jelly was all gone. I put some more out later. White throats continued to forage all day. Downy woodpeckers got their share of suet.
After Christmas eve service I admired the just past full moon. But there were no flying reindeer silhouettes.
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