In the morning, it was the feral cat. This morning the feline menace was not content to watch, but made a couple of futile pounces. I wonder if it ate the sick finch and was looking for another easy meal? The dog finally showed up at the right moment to chase the cat. As far as I know, the cat did not return after that.
Once the coast was clear, the songbirds returned. A mockingbird wanted barkbutter balls. A female oriole went straight for the jelly. A starling tried the suet, then the barkbutter. Myrtle warblers scrounged everything they could see, including jelly. Pine warblers picked over the dust after the last barkbutter ball was gone, then glared at me for more. The oriole was disappointed that the jelly was gone. The downy woodpecker wanted the starling to leave her suet alone. More starlings arrived and foraged on the ground.
In the afternoon, it was a Cooper's hawk perched up in the leafless cherry. Possibly it was just soaking up sunshine, but the birds didn't trust it. Meanwhile, pelicans and gulls flew patrols over the creek. I saw cormorants and maybe ducks fishing. So I guess I was the third birdwatcher.
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