There was ice in the birdbath again and a skin of ice floating in patches on the creek. Thin, high clouds covered much of the sky. A white throated sparrow had queued up for breakfast so I hustled more food out to the hanging dishes. That brought a bluebird and a blue jay. A myrtle warbler wandered around. The downy ignored everything but the suet. A pine warbler wanted some suet too. The butterbutt did its hummingbird imitation, hovering at the suet. Finally the orioles arrived, and then the starlings.
Buffleheads dived for fish while mallards snoozed on the dock. In the dentist's new office on the 6th floor facing Mt. Trashmore I was entertain by at least ten egrets passing in flight higher than the building. The smeary clouds produced a brilliant sundog. The hygienist took photos with a phone and promised to send them to me, but they never arrived. When it was too late, I recalled that I too had a phone capable of photos.
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