An orange crowned warbler had jelly for breakfast. Both suet and barkbutter were empty and I didn't refill them till after lunch. In the meanwhile, birds closely checked both as though they hoped their view from further away had somehow missed something. The sun shone and the wind was gentle but the thermometer stuck in the 30s. Ice on the creek melted but the birdbath was still a dihydrogen monoxide rock. After I refilled the two feeders, warblers, a bluebird, a starling, a blue jay, and even a downy woodpecker came for those delicious barkbutter balls. There was an overhead heron chase.
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