A female red bellied woodpecker had a go at the suet. A squirrel worked on building another nest, this time with rattly magnolia leaves. The temperature climbed past 70, but this was supposed to be the peak of the hot spell. Yellow jackets took advantage of the temperature to feed on camellia blossoms.
I stole an hour outside after lunch and saw the sky getting cloudier. On the creek there were a few buffleheads and a pied-bill grebe. A squadron of geese flew downstream so low that one wing cut the surface. An egret settled in at the lake.
Crows screamed till they flushed some sort of hawk - the glimpse I got wasn't enough to identify it. Actually, it was when the blue jays joined in that the raptor gave up. A towhee tossed mulch behind the cedar then whistled as it ran down hill. I think I heard another one in that direction.
After dark, a possum prowled around the birdbath ignoring us. The dog slept through the visit. K thought it was a very large possum but it looked normal to me. Certainly it was a very bold and foolish marsupial.
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