At breakfast, I saw an osprey in the pines across the creek. The water in the birdbath was frozen which annoyed a white throat.
The myrtle warbler with no yellow along its wings was up early to eat bark butter. About twenty minutes later the one with lots of yellow took over. A Carolina wren went for the suet. I put out jelly for the oriole but a squirrel found it.
It was nearly lunch time when the downy woodpeckers arrived. Titmice appeared around the same time and so did pine warblers.
The brown pelican plunged for a fish. A crow made off with a treat and the others chased after it. The wood duck drake, or another, was back on the lake. A bufflehead dived its way downstream to where an egret fished in the late afternoon sun.
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