
Hooded mergansers appeared on the creek. They soon flew off
though. Blue jays breakfasted on the bark butter balls but eluded me. Doves loitered but I ignored them. I snapped a shot at something in the cherry which turned out to be a flicker.

The white throats stayed under the shrubbery and never came close. But a yellow rumped warbler and a pine warbler were tempted by the suet. Then a squirrel ran up the post and the pine warbler took off.

Parachute-equipped seeds were dispersing on the chilly breeze. The chaste tree had a flower spike amid its seeds. Witch hazel was in flower as well. The camellia by my window had exactly one bud, on the wrong side. A single leaf clung to the fig.
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