Wednesday, March 9, 2022

Rain

There was a mid day break, but we got a thorough soaking before and after.  Nevertheless, birds came for food only to find it flooded.  The suet shed water but the barkbutter balls turned to mush and the jelly to juice.  A female oriole and a mockingbird were disappointed by the lack of jelly.  The rain dampened house finch ardor.  Starlings came for suet.  Then the feral cat appeared.  

In the afternoon, the pileated male returned to the suet.  When the pileated woodpecker left, the male red bellied woodpecker moved in.  A mockingbird perched on the shepherd's crook.  A myrtle warbler perched on the seed feeder hanger.  A junco perched on the back of the bench. A Carolina wren hammered at the suet.  A song sparrow foraged for seeds and a drink.  Then the cat came back. 

A pink hyacinth bloomed.  The rain misted distances like thin fog.  The creek was mirror-still but its reflections were muted.  


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