The creek was flat but its colors were muted by the overcast sky. The territorial butterbutt was waiting on the barkbutter dish at breakfast. Nobody stepped up to dispute possession. Mid morning when I let the dog out, warblers were going at each other over the suet. Bluebirds had taken over the barkbutter dish. A female oriole relished the jelly. Then the male arrived. The starlings were spectators. Three crows made a lot of noise. The creek crinkled like used tissue paper.
At lunch, the pileated woodpeckers worked on the suet. Blue jays ate barkbutter balls. The orange crowned warbler ate jelly. The red bellied woodpecker spooked while eating and hit the window. She flew off so I hope she's unhurt. The clouds broke apart but not where the sun was hiding. A breeze stirred the trees. The tide was low and I finally spotted some ducks - a male and a female hooded merganser. There were pelicans though the warmer air and lack of wind may have kept most of them out on the Bay.
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