After breakfast, a kingfisher alighted on one of the posts that holds our floating dock in place. Unfortunately there was too much vegetation in the way for a decent photo. Pine warblers, Carolina wrens, and then the brown thrasher arrived for brunch. On the ground, a white throated sparrow and a titmouse foraged. The mockingbird came back and so did another. They had quite an aerial fight.
Hooded mergansers paddled by on the creek. I spotted a couple of turtles sunning on the lake logs. I was watching the kingfisher which had relocated to the neighbors' dock piling, when I noticed a riffle moving through the water. That sometimes means a school of fish. This time the fish were being chased underwater by a flock of buffleheads. I had begun to wonder if something terrible had happened to them over the summer or during migration. Other years, they arrived with the hooded mergansers for Veterans Day, but those came early this year. So with the buffleheads late, there was about a month between them.
The brown thrasher came back in the afternoon. The red breasted nuthatch showed up. Warblers were back too. There were no clouds to add interest to the sunset, but the Western sky glowed orange. The moon looked round though it isn't supposed to be full till the 30th.
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