The tide was quite low at breakfast. The first bird I saw was a Carolina wren, soon followed by a pine warbler. Starlings tore at the suet. A mockingbird was unhappy with the lack of barkbutter balls. It tried to eat suet but the remnant was too low in the cage for it to easily reach. Bluebirds contented themselves with seeds. House finches, as usual, stuck to seeds. A male downy was concerned about the shrinking suet. He would have settled for seeds but for the bluebirds. A white throat posed on the back of the bench.
When I got home, I refilled the dishes and sat outside but the windchill drove me back indoors. Blue jays, starlings, pine warblers, and a chickadee feasted on the barkbutter balls. I glimpsed an oriole but didn't see any eating jelly. A Carolina wren inspected the gutters, don't ask me why. The pair of pileated woodpeckers came for suet and the male seized the high spot on the post while the female fussed. Then they both froze for a long time while no other birds were in sight. I wondered if there was a hawk around.
Pelicans flew up and down the creek. The heron was back on its piling perch, preening in the wind. A pelican was back on the boathouse roof. Cloud cover alternated with sunshine but toward evening the overcast was winning. Tonight is predicted to drop below freezing and next week is supposed to get really cold.
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