The morning sky was gray and threatened rain. Below, the creek was dull and quiet. K pointed out a possible hawk, but I thought it was too small. However, the songbirds agreed with K and hid till it flew away. From the blurry photos, it appears it was a Cooper's hawk sitting in the sweet gum tree. It flew down toward the creek and disappeared.
About six minutes passed and then the feeders were full of birds. Pine warblers and bluebirds argued over the barkbutter balls. The female bluebird pooped orange. A yellow rumped warbler scavenged food I'd dropped for the ground feeders. Juncos stuck to dropped seeds. A brown headed nuthatch got a turn at the seed feeder. A song sparrow also foraged in the leaf litter. A Carolina wren got up on a chair to peer at me, then went to the barkbutter. Then the orange cat showed up.
After I shooed it off, the finch family monopolized the seeds to the disappointment of a titmouse. A butterbutt and a white throat hunted a meal on the ground. Up in the wild cherry, a squirrel washed itself. The butterbutt finally got a chance at the barkbutter balls. The clouds rolled away without doing anything and we had sunshine and a warm afternoon. The only waterfowl I saw all day was a lone cormorant.
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