K said this was the day and certainly there were lots of leaves floating down in the light rain. Occasional gusts stirred the fallen and sometimes sent them back into the air. A bufflehead drake passed by several times, on and in the creek. The temperature rose into the 60s on the wet South wind.
I counted four white throated sparrows. Downy woodpeckers hung from the bottom of the suet cage. Finches and chickadees frequented the seed feeder. The feral cat mesmerized a frozen white throat till I popped out of the door and yelled at it to stop hunting birds.
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