Clear skies

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.