Streaks of thin cloud looked like someone had taken an eraser to the blue sky. When they passed in front of the sun, it was visible through them, but blurred. Nevertheless, the air was warm and the breeze light. The dogwood, hickory, domestic cherry, and hackberry were vividly colored. Only scattered leaves on the maple, wild cherry, and oak had turned.
Something large and dark alighted in the neighbor's pine but I couldn't see enough to identify it. The warblers didn't appear to be concerned. The warblers were mostly, maybe all, butterbutts. I don't know if they just migrated here or if hunger brought them out into the open. They flitted back and forth constantly, sometimes making U-turns in mid air.
Bluebirds went after the same snacks as the warblers, bugs and berries. Rather than darting all over, they frustrated me by hiding behind vegetation.
A male Northern flicker visited the top of the oak. It didn't seem to be doing anything up there and it didn't stay too long.
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