Two blue birds

Morning was a little misty.  A rose was dusted with dew.  The creek was in its usual reflective Fall mood.  Mallards gathered on the dock, to preen but mostly to sleep.  

Not much happened at the feeders except for chickadees but a blue jay pursued something in the grass.  Then the blue jay found something it liked at the water's edge.  It tried wedging the object into forks in the saltbush branches.  I wonder if it was a periwinkle, though it could have been a nut.  

Meanwhile a male kingfisher landed on the dock bench.  Thus there were two blue birds, neither of which was a bluebird.  Butterfly milkweed seeds swelled out of their pod but weren't quite ready to let go.