A fair morning was overtaken by a sheet of clouds that occasionally dripped. The third quarter moon was near zenith when I got up. White throats were foraging but the light was insufficient. Myrtle warblers ate bark butter.
A couple of nuthatches came to lunch. An odd group gathered on the lake. A great blue heron, a cormorant, and a big dark ball on toothpick legs with two white spots. I think it may have been the muscovy. A titmouse sat in the dogwood tree and sang.
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