The dredge started up so early that the rising sun cast its shadow on the bulkhead where it looked like a long-necked creature feeding. Again the Carolina wren was the early bird eating mealworms like french fries. A white throat followed. Soon the male red bellied woodpecker arrived. Then the male pileated woodpecker showed up, followed by the female. Blue jays called their kin and settled for mealworms.
At lunch a squirrel drank from the ant moat. A white breasted nuthatch got seeds in spite of the pesky house finches. Bluebirds heard about the mealworms and came for their share. The mockingbird must have heard as well. The female pileated came back for more suet. Then the red belly returned. I realized I haven't seen a downy woodpecker for weeks.
While it didn't get as warm as yesterday, it was mild and the sky grew hazy white. Luckily, the haze muted the sunshine and reduced glare. The dredge turned and kicked up a frothy wake.
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