Yesterday was gray and depressing, so much so that I forgot to blog. (That and I was finishing a book.) Because of the threat of rain, the only bird food was seeds. A red belly resigned himself to the seed feeder. A mockingbird did the same. A brown headed nuthatch, of course, was fine with seeds, but not with the house finch monopolizing the feeder. A bluebird shared the perch with a cardinal. Eventually, K hung more suet and the mockingbird was right on it. Once the threat of rain passed, we opened the dishes and a white throat checked for barkbutter balls.
The sun was back today. The long-haired yellow cat wanted to hunt birds in the morning. Around lunchtime, the black and white cat basked on the pool cover. I chased both away. I chased the tiger swallowtail with the camera but never caught it. I did catch the male pileated enjoying suet. A mockingbird had suet when the woodpecker left. Bluebirds ate seeds as did a Carolina wren. Even the mockingbird had some seeds. I put out mealworms and one of the mockingbirds had those as well, followed by a long drink from the birdbath. A skink ventured out thought the temperature was barely into the 60s. Blue jays sneaked mealworms when I wasn't looking.
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