it was quiet, except when I had my hands full. That's when a blue jay stole bark butter balls. Titmice came for seeds. Carolina wrens and downy woodpeckers wanted suet. White throated sparrows stayed on the ground. Gulls fished and a bufflehead dived. A pelican glided downstream. But all I got in the dull light was a grainy titmouse and a white throat.
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