The birdbath was frozen when I got up and the money plant leaves were frosted. No ice marred the reflections on the creek and the sun made them glow. Warblers competed with the downy for suet. A bluebird decorated the top of the post. Brown headed nuthatches rummaged through the seeds. The red bellied woodpecker was particularly flighty. Blue jays grabbed barkbutter balls. A mockingbird foraged underneath. A lone red-winged blackbird visited. A Carolina wren found a fallen barkbutter ball and hammered it to bits. But a white throated sparrow muscled in to get the bits.
All three cats visited and had to be discouraged from birdwatching. So when I heard the dog growling and carrying on like he saw a yard-invading abomination, I hustled to let him out. Instead of a cat, a crow was walking around the patio. The crow flew into the maple, maybe six feet up, but the dog thought it had gone invisible in addition to its other monstrous qualities. The dog hunted around on the ground while the crow watched. I don't know what the dog thinks is so objectionable about crows - their size? That they walk on two legs? Maybe he had a run-in with a crow once upon a time and carries a grudge?
Meanwhile pelicans were flying and fishing. A surfboard washed up on the dock during the high tides. Turtles enjoyed the sun on their favorite logs while a Northern shoveler paddled by.
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