It wasn't quite fog, but trees in the distance were pale and cloudy. The Carolina wrens were eager to eat anything. There was quite a flurry of birds during breakfast, but I missed most of them. White throated sparrows resumed their search of the mulch unencumbered by snow. A brown thrasher, a mockingbird, and blue jays were attracted by the barkbutter balls. I glimpsed bluebirds in the trees.
A dozen cormorants blessed our dock and left it white. Some appeared asleep with heads tucked between their shoulder blades. Others stretched and shook their wings to dry. A great blue heron also landed on the dock while the tide was high.
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