Supposedly the temperature was above 60 in the morning, but I failed to check. People were installing a new door and glass wall in the morning in the midst of a gale as the temperature plunged and rain blew in. It's actually kind of amazing that nothing went wrong. Anyway, circumstances were not conducive to birdwatching. By afternoon when the workers left, the birds were frantic for calories. The female pileated woodpecker took over the suet.
Foraging white throated sparrows were joined by a chickadee and juncos. A white breasted nuthatch was not intimidated by the pileated. Dogwood buds had turned distinctly pink while the last few buds on the camellia were still blooming.
I went back to my computer and found it was a good thing I'd hung fresh suet outside that window. A mockingbird was making a meal of it. Juncos were foraging there too. One shared a perch with a Carolina wren. A male red bellied woodpecker was next on the suet. (You see how much work I was not getting done.) The blowing rain fogged more distant trees. The wind tore the clouds to lint that went flying South.
A yellow rumped warbler joined the ground crew. So did a bluebird. A pine warbler waited in the hackberry for an opportune moment to get some suet. A pair of wood ducks paddled downstream. I finally got the brown thrasher that had been dodging me all afternoon.
By late afternoon there were some rents in the cloud cover and once a flicker of sunshine escaped. The clouds picked up tints of sunset color.
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