Downy woodpeckers, Carolina wrens, and white throated sparrows came for their favorite foods. Then I spotted the hawk up in the pines across the creek. The songbirds knew it was there too.
After the hawk flew away, the bossy yellow rumped warbler popped up. The birdbath was a block of ice but the creek was too choppy to freeze. Gusts of wind got under feathers and blew them out like skirts. The orange crowned warbler got ruffled while eating suet. Even on the ground, a song sparrow's feathers were disarrayed.
A flock of hoodies bobbed on the wavelets. The ice finally melted in the afternoon, but then it refroze.
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