I was Zoomed out with five meetings, but nevertheless there were hungry birds. You know what the downy woodpeckers were after. The Carolina wrens felt the same. So did the pine warblers. And the red bellied woodpecker. Bluebirds considered the entire menu, but chose suet. Titmice ate everything. And the result was a lump of suet that looked more like a stalactite than a brick.
Several blue jays flocked to the fresh bark butter balls. They chased away a brown thrasher. A mockingbird landed on the post but I didn't see it eat anything. The white throated sparrow stayed on the ground. So did the juncos.
When I finally got lunch, there were no birds, just a cat. Geese glided on reflected trees. At least twenty cormorants gathered on dead trees, fallen into the lake. Mallards left wakes across the creek's reflections. I didn't see any migrants.
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