A red bellied woodpecker tried to get a bark butter ball for breakfast, but he was even more awkward than the brown thrasher. Next up was a Carolina wren. After lunch, it was a blue jay's turn. While the afternoon was warm, the wind gusts chilled me and the thrashing trees were unnerving. Dark clouds threatened rain while the sun shone. The wind did not keep the bluebirds away from the bark butter balls. Then a blue jay had to have some. I don't know why a house finch tried to hover over the birdbath. Two Carolina wrens came back. Sunset painted the clouds before they overtook it.
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