Light frost whitened the dead vegetation and skins of ice floated on the creek. The sun's angle was finally high enough to catch the seedheads of mountain mint. I tried to celebrate their day, but the squirrels seemed uninterested. The day was sunny with a West wind.
Bluebirds liked the mealworms but were back lighted at lunch. As usual, white throats messed around in the dry leaves, no longer frosted. Titmice were hungry for everything but had to compete with house finches and chickadees. Pine warblers worked on the suet and got thirsty. Eventually a Carolina wren arrived. I saw a great blue heron land in a tree behind a lot of crisscrossing branches. There were pelicans as well.
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