There wasn't much snow and it turned to rain before I got up. The white throats ran around trying to decide where the seeds were hidden. Little was left of the suet and the dishes were still covered to keep the rain out. The creek was iced with an odd crosswise break. During a morning meeting online the clouds broke apart and sunshine melted more slush.
By lunch, the suet was gone. I took the lids off the dish feeders and K replaced the suet. Warblers were right on it. The yellow cat scared the birds away. Soon a brown headed nuthatch was back at the seeds. A starling noticed the suet. Blue jays heard the call of the barkbutter balls.
Buffleheads fished on the creek though the ice wasn't all gone till late afternoon. A Carolina wren sunned on a dogwood branch. A myrtle warbler did the same on a higher perch. Near sunset, a kingfisher used the dock bench to tenderize her supper. Certainly that was hard on the fish.
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