I saw a big bird coming at me up the creek and thought it was a pelican until it landed on the dock and turned into a great blue heron. There were pelicans, but my timing was off or vegetation was in the way or the camera didn't cooperate. A female bufflehead kept diving in roughly the same spot on the creek. Quite a sizable flock of hooded mergansers paddled upstream. A high-flying bald eagle passed overhead to fast for me.
The bandit-masked butterbutt was still trying to be the boss of all warblers but some of the pine warblers had other opinions. I wonder if the reason it still has summer markings might be an excess of testosterone? Downy and red bellied woodpeckers and orioles ignored the warblers. Carolina wrens tried to stay out of trouble and still get a good meal. A ruby crowned kinglet gave up after being chased off the suet several times. A goldfinch watched other birds on the suet as thought it had regrets about being a vegetarian. A bluebird pair preened in the cherry while soaking up sun and watching the feeders.
Two mockingbirds continued their turf war over my yard. A brown thrasher needed a drink. White throated sparrows dodged squirrels as both hunted fallen seeds. Red breasted nuthatches darted past the guardian house finches to get seeds. Chickadees and titmice did the same.
The hyacinth K brought home has bloomed already. The three peppers were ripening.
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