Clear and cold. A brown thrasher came three times for bark butter balls. I was waiting the fourth time, which never came. At lunch, a pied bill grebe was visible on the creek. It turned slowly in circles.
A Carolina wren visited the feeders. The red breasted nuthatch made many trips to the sunflower seeds. Downy woodpeckers stuck to suet. A few hoodies fished under the bulkhead.
The cloudless sky gave me a good look at the crescent moon.
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