Sunny day

The dawn light gilded the creek.  Clouds intervened briefly, then the sun returned.  White throats and the regulars hung out at the feeder.  Geese paddled on the creek.

Mid morning as I was coming home it seemed like every tree was in bloom.  Most of the Bradford pears are done and the cherries have taken over ornamental duties but the maples were every shade from crimson to bronze and the oaks were gold.

At lunch, an osprey carried a fish over the house.  A tiger swallowtail flew behind the cherry and never reappeared.

Cormorants flew around in the late afternoon, along with another osprey.  The feeder was lonely. A squirrel chowed down on the oak blossoms. 

The lawn weeds are blooming everywhere: henbit purple, field pansy white, dandelion and buttercup yellow, and birdseye blue. 

The half moon was overhead as I bricked the feeder.