In a very misty morning, volunteers carted sand down to spread behind the coir logs. A mockingbird watched. A wet male bluebird guarded while the female ate suet. A couple chickadees may have been courting.
By lunch time the mist finally began to thin and afternoon sunlight pushed the temperature up into the mid 70s. The yellow crowned night heron flew upstream. Something made a commotion under water on the creek side of a coir log. It seemed to be moving short distances. Very mysterious.
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