The temperature climbed past 60° today, but the warm air brought clouds. The creek was an almost perfect mirror. One of the myrtle warblers got belligerent and began driving off all the other warblers, both pine and myrtle. The mockingbird ignored it. White throats foraged in mulch instead of snow. There was a brown thrasher too but I didn't get a picture.
The blue jays that dote on barkbutter balls didn't even bother to come and taste the barkbutter in little tubs. But the bluebirds love the stuff. I think six bluebirds have been coming to the feeders. They don't sit still to be counted. Speaking of thrushes, the other kind showed up - a small flock of robins flew among the trees. One pale female foraged under the maple.
When I checked on the other suet cage a male pileated woodpecker was dangling from it. Soon the female appeared on a tree trunk, acting as though feeding on the tree was the only thing in her head. I believe I saw a brown headed cowbird in the trees. A goldfinch came to see if there was anything for a vegetarian.
The pelicans were thick despite the warm temperature and light wind. I guess they followed fish up the creek. One turtle climbed up into the warm air. The male kingfisher was back, perched on what appeared to be a broken limb.
When I went to turn out the kitchen light before bed, there was a moth on the window!
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