Damp

Damp morning air grayed out the distances.  A couple of mourning doves poked through the mulch under the seed feeder.  Both song and white throats foraged alongside them.  A female bluebird tried to find something to eat in the glass dish.  After I took more food out, the male appeared too.  A white throat and a Carolina wren were tempted by the fast food, but not the song sparrow.  It did get up on the dead moonflower vine, but no closer.  

There was a brief sprinkle around mid day, right after I had refilled the glass dish.  The birds gobbled the barkbutter and mealworms fast enough that I doubt the food got wet.  Starlings, blue jays, and a mockingbird argued about it.  A myrtle warbler waited till the bigger birds left.   The male red belly visited the seed feeder.  A female junco wandered around the steps.