The creek, this morning, shone as though polished with reflections as clear and sharp as the original. Blue jays looked dolefully at the nearly empty barkbutter dish. Starlings weren't happy either. A myrtle warbler and a mourning dove poked through the mulch. White throats bounced up the steps. At lunch a mockingbird looked reproachful at the still empty dish.
A female oriole investigated the chain on which the suet cage was hanging. Then she got a drink from the birdbath. A male bluebird observed from the top of the feeder post. A pine warbler ate suet. The temperature rose into the 60s as puffy cumulus clouds sailed across the blue sky. And so ended 2024.
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