The song sparrow came early to forage. A myrtle warbler was disappointed that the glass dish was empty. A bluebird found seeds in the feeder. A white throat wandered the patio. A brown thrasher hoped for barkbutter but the dish was still empty. I did refill it after breakfast. A downy ate seeds in lieu of suet since that was empty too.
It was at least 85
° this afternoon, and sunny. Paper wasps were flying, along with a cabbage white. The squirrel with the light spot on its back came close and sniffed my toes. I guess I passed inspection. A brown thrasher watched from the maple. Bluebirds and blue jays were skittish but wanted barkbutter balls. Lots of sparrows scurried around. A mixed group of white throats and house finches drank from the pool puddle.
The oaks were in full bloom, mating with the wind. A squirrel was feeding on the pollen. The volunteer domestic cherry had flowers though the wild cherry was leafing out before blooming.
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