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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