Compared to yesterday, it was chilly though less windy. The male red bellied woodpecker was just as rude as the male pileated, hogging the suet. Despite bright sunshine, the camera was slow and I kept missing birds, especially the brown headed nuthatches. Also the camera wanted to focus on the background which, admittedly, was pretty with dogwood blossoms. But I wanted the bluebird.
Another black swallowtail flitted through. Starlings made frequent, messy attacks on the suet. But that enabled a myrtle warbler and other birds to eat crumbs off the steps. A mockingbird was hesitant about balancing on the suet cage.
The crescent moon was still above the trees when I went out to brick the seed feeder so I came back with the camera. The light was barely adequate but I got some interesting shots, including the image from The Ballad of Sir Patrick Spens.
A saw the new muin late yestreenWi the auld muin in her airm
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