Low tide exposed a lot of bottom mud. Across the creek, workers demolished the dock that was damaged by a winter storm. Meanwhile, around the corner other workers tore up the street. It made for a noisy day.
The female pileated came for lunch. Some starlings objected but they did not get far with her. They had to wait till she had finished for their turn.
Half of a yellow crowned night heron showed up in a photo of the dam. I
had no idea it was there. A dozen turtles were piled on the lake logs to enjoy
the afternoon warmth. A five lined skink ventured out briefly.
The male bluebird brought a worm to the birdhouse. Later the female showed up with another. A mockingbird took a turn at the suet which was more than half gone already.
A brown thrasher left the safety of the azalea bushes to hunt something in the short grass. The bird seemed to be molting.
A fringe tree was blooming at the library. And a plastic bag full of wind was snagged in a tree. Back home, the false indigo sprouted and a rose bloomed.
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