The creek reflected a beautiful day. Quite a few cormorants popped up, rippling the reflections. Pelicans fished throughout the day, as did a flock of hooded mergansers and a bufflehead. One of the cruising pelicans turned out to be an egret. A pelican napped on the boathouse roof, across the creek. Four buzzards circled over a spot downstream.
A white breasted nuthatch alternated between suet and seeds. A brown headed nuthatch came later in the day. Bluebirds and mockingbirds preferred the barkbutter balls. Myrtle warblers ate whatever they could get but pine warblers were scarce. Meanwhile the cat lurked behind the bench, but the birds knew it was there. Our dog explained that it was unwelcome.
Juncos white throated, and song sparrows scurried across the ground looking for food. Sometimes the myrtle warblers joined them. The paler female oriole showed up for jelly. I went after the rose canes that kept photo-bombing pictures of the creek. Scrambling down through the leaves and mulch was not the best idea I've had. At twilight, the evening cormorant commute was backed by bars of cloud.
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