The ant moats were solid ice but the creek flowed free. A Carolina wren was hungry enough to brave the cold. Soon a white throat arrived. I had a meeting but kept an eye on the creek. Gulls and pelicans flew over the creek and egrets prowled under the bulkhead. Female buffleheads dived and the sun shone.
The songbirds emptied the dish of mealworms but I waited till after lunch when the temperature had climbed to 32
°° to dash outside. It took the birds a little while to forgive me. The wren took a barkbutter ball down to the concrete and hammered it into fragments. The orange crowned warbler chose jelly and followed up with suet, then checked out the barkbutter. Meanwhile a white throat was foraging under the seed feeder. The wren decided that looked like a good idea.
In the late afternoon, egrets congregated on the sunny side of the lake. Pelicans returned to patrol the creek as the light faded.
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