Though morning began with some ice, it soon became another sunny day in the 40s. The mockingbird was up early. A different cat, a tabby, came prowling. Once it was gone, the bluebirds came out, then a brown thrasher and a Carolina wren. Some camellia buds survived the two winter storms.
Two mourning doves looked for lunch under the azalea. Warblers, pine and myrtle, went back and forth between suet and barkbutter. So did the bluebirds. A mockingbird hunted where the doves had been, apparently after a hosta berry. I spotted a female pileated woodpecker in the trees. Of course, the white throats stayed on the ground. And then at least three brown headed nuthatches monopolized the sunflower seeds, or tried to.
The pelicans never stopped fishing all day but I missed a lot of shots. Toward evening, two great blue herons kept watch on the creek, one from the dam the other on our dock. I spotted a pied bill grebe in the last rays of the sun. It dived and a cormorant came up. Strange!
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