Friday, March 13, 2026

Steaming creek

I think the water was warmer than the air at sunrise.  My breath smoked too, when I went out with bird food.   The male oriole was still here.  A brown thrasher argued with a starling over the barkbutter balls and mealworms.  The song sparrow didn't get along with the white throats.  I saw both a pine and a myrtle warbler, and also two Carolina wrens and bluebirds.  

 

 

 

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