After a cold front roared through at midnight, morning was bright and crisp and washed clean. The creek looked rumpled all day. Hoodies fished in the early sunlight. Geese above the bulkhead watched. The day got quite windy.
The possessive myrtle warbler was up early protecting the suet. But soon the downy woodpeckers took over. A white throat prospected under the bark butter balls. There are drain holes in the hanging dipper-shaped cup that I swapped for the glass dish. So fragments might sift down. The Carolina wrens were very much present all day. One perched in the dogwood. The other snatched a bark butter ball and carried it off to the grill where it scooted underneath.
When I went out at dusk to brick the sunflower feeder, The crescent moon and Venus were brilliant together.
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