The rainwater in the birdbath and dish feeders froze and never thawed all day. But plants didn't look frost burned. Pelicans returned to the creek. The wind was still pushing the tide higher than normal.
White throated sparrows foraged under the feeders. So did a brown thrasher. Pine warblers tackled the suet which wasn't easy because the piece had gotten pretty small. The yellow rumped warblers stayed on the ground. Bluebirds and three female orioles could see the barkbutter through the ice and tried to chip it out. The orioles retreated to the suet.
In the afternoon, the brown thrasher had a go at the ice over the barkbutter. I also saw a mockingbird and a red bellied woodpecker. The sky was intensely blue and the wind not as fierce. Later, I dumped out the ice covered barkbutter mush and refilled the dishes. The brown thrasher pecked through what I'd discarded.
Below the dam, a snowy egret waded in the mud. A couple of people on the dam didn't notice. A half dozen mallards set up intricate wake patterns. The setting sun lit the reflected trees.
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