The warblers woke up cold and hungry and wasted no time getting to the barkbutter. They were eating before I was. The brown thrasher was right behind. It was so early that there wasn't enough light yet for the camera. The birdbath was frozen again and there was a skin of ice on the near side of the creek. The current flows against the far side.
By the time the blue jays got up there was plenty of light. But they were mostly too fast for me. The brown thrasher kept coming back for more. A Carolina wren slipped in for a share of the barkbutter. Even the foraging sparrows were too fast and often I photographed half a bird or a tail or the air. And when I got the mockingbird nicely posed, the camera flipped its focus to the background.
I saw the first junco in weeks. The red bellied and downy woodpeckers could not stay away from the suet. Among the white throated sparrows there was a song sparrow. Bluebirds eventually arrived.
At lunch time the tide was out and great egrets stalked minnows. Cormorants and a hoodie drake fished on the lake. A young pelican paddled up the creek.
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