Monday, January 28, 2019

Gray

A flock of crows came hunting handouts and overturned the jelly dish and broke the rubber band on the bark butter dish. A half dozen white throats dashed around the patio.  One took a bath.  A myrtle warbler went around from suet to steps where the fragments land to bark butter dish, and back to suet. 

Pelicans flew by frequently, but never where I could get a clear shot.  Oh well, yesterday's excursion provided plenty.  Then, after lunch, one caught a fish in plain view of me. 

In the afternoon, a pine warbler and a Carolina wren competed for bark butter.  Then the orioles came.  There were at least three, all female.  A robin watched from the dogwood. 


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