A little googling suggested that the proverb owed as much to constellations in the zodiac as to weather prediction. However that may be, the month began with soft, warm air under a sunny sky. Bluebirds made the feeder rounds. White throats did too, and also foraged on the ground. The song sparrow stayed on the ground. A myrtle warbler wanted what was in the dish. Another white throat took a bath in the pool puddle while a dove walked around the edge. Starlings made repeated forays but spooked easily. Blue jays were wary but got their share of barkbutter balls. So did a white breasted nuthatch. I saw a brown headed nuthatch but it was too quick. A crow investigated.
I refilled the glass dish. A mockingbird must have been watching. A couple of bufflehead drakes dived and a couple of pelicans flew over the creek. A Carolina wren finally arrived. Then a brown thrasher showed up. Baltimore orioles visited. Three female brown headed cowbirds picked over the mulch. I think they wanted the stale popcorn. More daffodils bloomed. The temperature cooled as the day went on, there were some wind gusts, and clouds moved in.
