Orioles fussed that there were no bark butter balls for breakfast. I hustled some out, but the birds had left. The suet was almost gone too. The creek was rippled, but not rough, under a hazy blue sky.
My car claimed 70°F at noon. That's hard on insects and on plants. It may have made the birds testy because two white throats got into fights at least twice. It happened so quickly that I didn't think to get a picture as they rose into the air while clawing at each other and buffeting with their wings. The orange crowned warbler noticed the new block of suet. So did an oriole. A song sparrow was thirsty. The male oriole settled on the bark butter balls, except they were too big. A Carolina wren watched from one of the dogwoods. Then it too needed a drink.
The tide was very low toward evening. The haze thickened and clumped. I found raccoon tracks marked by mud.
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