The mockingbird took possession of the seed feeder. At least nine egrets flew past and one rested on the dock for a while. Its plumes were showy but it didn't have the green lores of a bird ready to mate. An oriole took note of the jelly but was spooked by something. A squirrel appeared to have been clawed but seemed healthy enough. A Carolina wren sifted through the last of a bag of barkbutter balls. I don't know where all the other birds were.
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