Geese were up at breakfast time. I was hardly home at all. I did pour the rainwater off the bark butter for the wrens.
I had a brief stop home in the mid afternoon and something peeked around a cherry trunk. I hoped the photo would tell me what, but it looked more like a tiny cartoon ghost than a bird. Maybe a titmouse? It was not a wren. That bird was busy turning up its beak at the bark butter. At sunset, the sky to the West glowed gold which somehow shaded into blue without ever turning green.
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