Brown thrasher

Daylight Saving Time meant I got up with the sun and saw the creek mirroring the light on the bank and trees.   The water was as smooth as if polished, and undisturbed.  Somewhat later I saw a great blue heron up in the pines.  Bluebirds arrived seeking seeds.  A Carolina wren made off with something and hid under the furniture to eat it.  A handful of white throats hunted edibles.

I restocked the jelly and barkbutter dishes before lunch.  Blue jays soon noticed.  So did myrtle warblers.  A female red belly hiked up and down tree trunks.  The myrtle warbler reluctantly gave way for a white breasted nuthatch that found the barkbutter balls.  A mockingbird was more interested in seeds.  Then the brown thrasher appeared among the white throats in the mulch.  That made two of the three local Mimidae and March is too early for catbirds.

Clouds came and went but seemed thicker toward evening.  Egrets and cormorants flew home.