The song sparrow greeted the wet, dim dawn. I was experimenting with some millet and safflower seeds and the song sparrow gobbled up the millet. Soon the downy woodpeckers arrived. The cold brought out the juncos.
At lunch time I noticed a titmouse was very still on the feeder perch. The feral cat was sitting on the pool cover, dividing its attention between a rustling in the azalea bush on the far side of the pool and the bird feeder. I saw but couldn't capture a bluebird and a Carolina wren.
The sky had been slowly clearing and was quite blue after lunch. But by 4pm it was turning white again. The feeder birds were mostly gone but buffleheads were out on the creek. One hooded merganser drake cruised past the buffleheads twice. White throated sparrows arrived to forage. Then the cat came back around sunset. The low stratus clouds turned pink even as they were dissipating. Later the moon was bright but behind a thin glaze of cloud.
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