During a lull at breakfast, a fledgling cardinal was fed suet by papa who was in a sadly molted state of grooming. A male goldfinch popped up beside the fledgling cardinal. A hummer checked out the morning glories. I was waiting till after the rain to refill the hummer feeder, which never happened.
Mysterious rings bubbled up in the creek near shore. It could be methane from decaying vegetation or fish toughing the surface from below or who knows what? A wet night heron prospected for crabs along the shoreline. It too was molting.
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