The sunny day was mirrored by the quiet creek. A Carolina wren prodded the suet. It or another watched from a dogwood branch. A white throat foraged while the usual seed eaters congregated on the feeder. After a bluebird showed its disappointment, I refilled both dishes. But mostly, there were crows. They perched in the trees and on the dock. Something, maybe yesterday's fish, interested them at the water's edge. Certainly the fish was no longer on the dock. Mallards paddled around and earlier I thought I saw female buffleheads. The crescent moon was very pretty on the way to church and returning home but I didn't have a camera.
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