Saturday, February 12, 2022

Last of the warm spell

Shirtsleeves today, snow flurries tomorrow night.  The female pileated woodpecker came for breakfast.  Turtles were basking by mid morning when the sun touched their favorite log.  Myrtle warblers popped up all over.  So did the much larger pelicans.  

At lunch, a white breasted nuthatch came for suet.  Sparrows kicked mulch to see if lunch was underneath.  Afterward we all went outside.  The house finches began courting this week.  Bluebirds were still squabbling.  I spotted a flicker on a sweet gum with his head in the base of a sawed off limb.  Could he be excavating a nest?  I believe I've seen a flicker on that tree before.  And a little later I found a female about twenty feet away. 

A blue jay wanted to know if there was any fresh barkbutter.  Bluebirds were content to clean up the last of the old.  Pine warblers finally managed to dodge the bully myrtle warbler and get some barkbutter.  Then a brown thrasher went to work and soon dumped the whole thing on the ground.  It wasn't intentional because it took the bird a while to figure out where the food had gone.  

Pelicans fished all day.  A great blue heron landed on a dock piling.  A great egret explored a fallen pine branch.  Clouds began to arrive at sunset.  


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