This morning's creek ice was not a solid sheet as it has been for a week. patches a few feet across were separated by threads of water. A bufflehead took advantage to start fishing early. The birdbath was unchanged. A Carolina wren hunted suet crumbs. A warbler went to work on the new block of suet. White throats as usual poked through litter on the ground.
At lunch there were brown headed nuthatches. Three doves foraged under the seed feeder. Too many starlings were everywhere. Warblers fought over the suet which disappeared rapidly. A mockingbird was too late for any barkbutter balls. I chased off the starlings but they left sentinels that kept testing me. I saw pelicans plunge into the creek but the only picture was a blur.
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