Mockingbirds hoped for breakfast. Even a chickadee wanted what was in the dishes. Bluebirds supplemented seeds with barkbutter and mealworms. The red roses opened. The wild cherry flowers turned into green berries. The wind whipped trees at mid day.
At lunch I spotted a hummer so afterward I stationed myself just far enough from the feeder and waited. The bird returned. Alas his back was to the sun so his throat looked ebony instead of ruby. Later, the female pileated came for suet. Blue jays wanted barkbutter balls. I got glimpses of dragonflies along with wasps and what I thought was a small, brown butterfly.
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