Brown thrasher

A brown headed nuthatch rose early despite the gloomy, overcast sky.  Titmice were thick on the feeders.  I glimpsed a hummer on the milkweed, but too much was in the way for a picture.  A white breasted nuthatch also visited the feeders.  A male downy worked on the remnant of suet but a Carolina wren thought the seeds looked like a better deal.  

A disheveled, molting brown thrasher thought about joining the breakfast suet queue.  Instead, a bluebird took over the suet cage but had some difficulty reaching the nubbin in the bottom.  The two species of nuthatch alternated on the seed feeder.  A blue jay came to see what was on the menu, but was disappointed because I didn't want to waste barkbutter balls if we had rain.  In the late morning, the male pileated appeared outraged by the lack of suet.  (By this time it was gone.)   

At lunch, all was well in spiderland.  A female hummer sipped from the feeder.  A blue jay poked throught the barkbutter crumbs I had dumped on the ground.  The pileated came back to see if suet had appeared.  (It had not.)  Another bluebird came for seeds.  A juvenile cardinal with its beak only half orange wandered the patio.  A Carolina wren prospected around the birdbath.