Morning fog

The mist was soon gone and the temperature climbed from the 30s to 60°.  A lone hoodie drake paddled upstream.  And then we left too.

When we got home, bluebirds and warblers were having lunch.  A myrtle warbler posed by a violet that was deceived into blooming.  A thin, patchy cumulus blanket covered much of the sky.  A mockingbird watched me from a dogwood.  Blue jays also kept an eye on the feeders from a distance while I was outside.  

I discovered that one of the warblers up in the trees was a blackpoll warbler.  The clue was its yellow feet.  So there were at least four species of warblers hanging around: pine, yellow rumped (myrtle), orange crowned, and blackpoll.  A couple of buffleheads paddled upstream.