Not hot, that is. I was very cold at lunch though the temperature was in the 60s. Earlier I had been outside messing with the feeders and just a little chilly. But by lunchtime the wind was strong and dank. The pileated woodpeckers quickly figured out the new suet arrangement. The male had a broken feather. Geese brought at least three goslings into the yard. I growled at them and they hurriedly departed downhill.
I watched the bluebirds ferry food to their young ones. It turned out that they too figured out how to get at the suet. Toward evening the air grew misty. and well after dark a thunderstorm passed through.
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