I thought at first there was ice on the creek but it was just ruffled water. The birdbath had long, thin crystals. A Carolina wren came for barkbutter balls.
Toward evening, mallards became very busy on the creek. I could not see what inspired them to paddle from one spot to another so fast they left wakes. Cumulus clouds blushed orange as cormorants flew past.
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