Daylight savings dawned dark and dank from overnight rain. The myrtle warbler was up and guarding its food supply. But by the time church let out the clouds were breaking apart and the sun was warm. On the way home, wind held flags straight out as if wired.
More clouds kept blowing through in the afternoon and, when they blocked the sun, the wind gusted. The myrtle warbler was still at it. White throats hunted fallen seeds. A couple of pine warblers tried to get something to eat. Downy woodpeckers kept up their assault on the suet.
Turtles lined the logs on the lake. Water gushed down from the dam outfall but no one was fishing there. Crows danced on the wind that grounded smaller birds. A squirrel sat on a branch in the neighbors' yard and squalled like it was treed by a cat, but I couldn't see any threat. I pulled some more leucojum, paying for my mistake.
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