The creek reflected sunshine bouncing off tree trunks. A mockingbird picked up a barkbutter ball breakfast. Bluebirds came later while I was cooking. By then the creek had lost its mirror-smooth shine.
As we ate lunch, the songbirds arrived in force. A pine warbler went for the barkbutter balls. The mockingbird came back but I still had trouble getting a picture. Two juncos and a song sparrow got away from me too. A white breasted nuthatch joined the chickadees and titmice. Then brown headed nuthatches wanted sunflower seeds too. The back of their heads and necks are white not brown. One lingered on the feeder, not eating, just watching in all directions. And all the other birds disappeared.
A great blue heron waded upstream in water up to its belly. Geese paddled upstream, briefly fooling me into thinking they were hoodies. An off object washed up, like a ball with a conical tail and a round hole or black spot on its side.
A violet was fooled by the warmer weather into blooming. Yellow jackets buzzed around the camellia looking for flowers that hadn't been drained. I found tiny mushrooms emerging along a maple root. More clumps of pincushion moss had spore capsules sticking up like green ahir.
I took lots of pictures of fall leaves but wind keeps blowing them down. That makes the trees look green longer but prevents reds and yellows from achieving critical mass. The sky was intensely blue and cloudless. But all too soon the cormorants were flying back to their roost.
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