The morning wasn't bad. A patchy overcast made good lighting for photos. And the creek was too rough for reflections. The myrtle warbler bully was back. A very orange bluebird took over the barkbutter. The pair of Carolina wrens divided up the buffet, as usual. House finches squabbled over the sunflower seeds. The mockingbird took a turn at the barkbutter. The scarred white throat scuttled around, foraging. Then the feral cat settled in to watch from a distance. I'm impressed that the sparrow has survived predators, being blind in one eye.
A blue jay was unimpressed with the cat. I saw a female bufflehead on the creek. The male pileated woodpecker arrived for his breakfast. He was digging into the suet when a squirrel decided to climb the post. He flung his wings out and suddenly was three times as big. Both bird and squirrel departed hastily.
The rain began before lunch, but it was light and did not discourage a brown headed nuthatch. I spotted a blue jay up in a tree. An egret and a pelican fished. When the rain streaked the windows I called it a day.
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