The ice on the creek was broken where the barge had plowed through but it had refrozen overnight. A Carolina wren helped itself to bits of barkbutter with beak wide open. The female Baltimore oriole was up early and headed for the jelly. Or course, white throats poked around the dead vegetation but also visited the barkbutter dish. A myrtle warbler paused on the bench. Another investigated a tabletop. Then the male pileated woodpecker arrived. Some of the songbirds were intimidated, but not the brown headed nuthatch. The red bellied woodpecker ate seeds - he must like something in the mix I bought. A white breasted nuthatch asserted itself despite the house finches. A mockingbird wasn't happy to find barkbutter instead of mealworms. (I emptied the mealworm bag yesterday.) Bluebirds were happy with either food. Blue jays were late noticing that there were barkbutter balls.
A starling came for lunch. The sun lit up its iridescent feathers, but a bluebird was annoyed at being displaced. The white breasted nuthatch came back for more seeds. The oriole ate some barkbutter balls and some suet. She emptied the jelly. Brown headed nuthatches were back. So was a wren. Pine warblers made a late appearance. Soon the barkbutter dish was down to dust, so I refilled it. The creek partly melted during the afternoon, as much from the dredging as the temperature, I think. Maybe the abundant sunshine helped.
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