The high temperature remained above 60° but the weather was not the least inviting. The rain wasn't heavy and sometimes was more like mist, but it didn't let up. Hopeful birds visited but the dishes were still covered. Bluebirds gave up quickly. Warblers fought over the suet. A female oriole took a look and left. White throated sparrows ignored them and stuck to foraging on the ground. When I got home at lunch time, the birds had outsmarted us and, despite the rock holding it down, had pushed the lid off the barkbutter balls.
Out on the creek I spotted a hoodie drake and two bufflehead drakes. A great blue heron flew upstream while I was focusing elsewhere. There were, of course, mallards. I saw no life on the lake, neither turtles nor birds.
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