This morning, while rushing to find something else, I saw an adult yellow crowned night heron with a juvenile observing it. I did not have the camera at hand. Despite the wind, there were bees on the rue.
The male bluebird has become a complete bully, driving away pine warblers, cardinals and even mockingbirds, but not blue jays. For that matter, the male cardinal was rude to the female and so was the male pileated woodpecker. The mockingbirds and the bluebirds were still solicitous spouses. A brown headed nuthatch slipped past all the drama. And a pine warbler finally got fed. A red bellied woodpecker landed on the post but flew off without eating.
The flock of mallards wanted a swim, but K told them no. The dog limped up to help several minutes too late. At sunset, the horizon in the Northeast turned rosy.
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