Since 1/1/11 I have been describing what I see in the back yard. I occasionally digress.
Saturday, March 28, 2026
March wind
Wednesday, March 25, 2026
Orioles
Tuesday, March 24, 2026
Junco
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. A Carolina wren tackled the suet. A myrtle warbler sat on the seed feeder perch but ignored the seeds. It doesn't really have the right kind of beak for seeds. On the ground beneath, a song sparrow hunted fallen seeds. The song sparrow didn't get along with the white throats. A pine warbler showed up, the first in some time. But the myrtle warbler got to the barkbutter balls. Dogwood buds popped open.
The male red bellied woodpecker peeked around the post and chose seeds. Blue jays were faithful to the barkbutter balls. Bluebirds wanted them too but were willing to eat seeds. The male oriole was still here, polishing off some jelly. A white throated sparrow took a turn with the barkbutter balls. A starling wanted suet. Then a brown thrasher argued with starlings over the barkbutter balls and mealworms. Sunshine spangled the starlings.
Thursday, March 12, 2026
March weather
From 72° at breakfast we dropped to 38° at supper, accompanied by rain and wind. At first, the day was not unpleasant. The song sparrow started foraging early. A white throat went to the seed source. A myrtle warbler contemplated mealworms while a Carolina wren preferred suet. Bluebirds chose seeds. I was pleased to discover that the orioles hadn't deserted yet. A female ate suet.
Later, the wren glared at a downy on the suet. Then a red belly took over the suet. The wind and rain did not deter the song sparrow from foraging. Bluebirds were still hungry. Then a male oriole showed up, but we'd covered the dish to keep the rain out. The poor bird was very frustrated. I think he could see the food inside the glass dish. The myrtle warbler did its best to hover beside the suet. The rain slacked off in the late afternoon and the sky began to clear around sunset.
Monday, March 2, 2026
Gray
A little sun, a short sprinkle, but mainly the day was overcast, and the wind more gusty like March. A Carolina wren dug into the barkbutter balls. Then a white throat seized a big one. A pine warbler took a turn at the dish. Then a starling grabbed some and scooted. Meanwhile, a female and a male oriole ate jelly. K hung another block of suet. A male downy erected his tiny red crest as he ate the fresh suet.
The song sparrow scampered around the steps. A crow walked around but apparently did not find what it sought. It stomped through the pool puddle for no reason that I could see. A female bluebird pecked at the seeds while a male watched. Buzzards soared in the gray sky. A white breasted nuthatch visited the seeds. I saw but didn't get a picture of the red belly. The downy also had some seeds to vary his diet.
Sunday, March 1, 2026
Lamb-like weather
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.
Friday, February 27, 2026
Gray
The rain ended but the overcast persisted. The pileated pair argued about pecking order. When they left a Carolina wren took over the suet. A myrtle warbler pecked forlornly at the barkbutter crumbs. A mockingbird was getting ready to do the same when a starling knocked it off the dish. All that for nothing. A junco foraged under the seed feeder along with sparrows.
Out on the creek, a ring bill gull rested on a post. A pine warbler watched from the feeder hanger while a wren chased crumbs in the glass dish. Then a white throat had to have a look. Then a bluebird and a starling. The starling moved on to the suet. Both wrens took turns on the feeders. Meanwhile two female orioles queued up for the jelly.
Tuesday, February 24, 2026
Warmer
Monday, February 23, 2026
Hungry birds
At breakfast,I saw no evidence that any snow fell overnight, but K said I should have looked in the front yard. Some fuzzy clouds floated in sunshine, but by 10am we had overcast. The birds were glad to find all the feeders open. Bluebirds went after the mealworm barkbutter mix but so did white throats, pine warblers, and Carolina wrens. The pileated pair were only interested in suet. The male evicted the female. A bold (or hungry) downy tried to share with the red belly but the red belly decided on seeds. Later he scared a warbler off the suet. A song sparrow came a-foraging with the white throats. Blue jays picked over the barkbutter balls.
The great blackback gull was back. A small flock of buffleheads paddled around the dock most of the day. I spotted a female hoodie among them. A handful of vultures kept circling over the water. Several pelicans fished and one perched on a piling. A ring bill gull flew by.
At lunch, the birds brightened the dull light. A myrtle warbler joined its pine cousins. First a white breasted nuthatch then a brown headed showed up. Bluebirds, white throats, and wrens returned. I missed a shot at a male oriole but two females were more cooperative. I could tell them apart because one was a darker orange than the other. A mockingbird watched from across the pool patio but didn't come to eat. A brown thrasher, however, dug right in.
Saturday, February 21, 2026
Bird buffet
Morning began with a pileated woodpecker and blue jays. Three starlings visited but were unsatisfied and didn't stay. A white throat pecked at the residue in the barkbutter dish. A Carolina wren got inside the dish. Meanwhile a goldfinch landed on the suet with a pine warbler. The goldfinch must have realized its mistake and joined the house finches for seeds. House finches are bigger.
The overcast sky developed blue rents. A pair of buffleheads drifted on the creek. Lots of little birds use the azalea by the side window as a launchpad for the feeders, but it is very hard to get photos of them. White breasted and brown headed nuthatches picked out seeds. I refilled the glass dish with a mix of mealworms and barkbutter balls. The pine warbler was pleased. A downy sampled the suet. The song sparrow found what I dropped (deliberately). Bluebirds noticed that the dish was refilled. The female oriole had jelly and a drink.
Pelicans and gulls were very busy on the creek but the only ducks I saw were the bufflehead pair and another female. A great blue heron stalked along our shoreline. By then the sky had cleared but the light was going.
Wednesday, February 18, 2026
Very warm
Sunday, February 15, 2026
Rainy
Morning was overcast and drizzle began before lunch. I submitted three more bird counts. The first was unsatisfactory, I felt, only 15 birds. The mockingbird, song sparrow, wren, and pine warbler made me happy. I did another short count mid morning when I picked up bluebirds, the red bellied woodpecker and a pelican.
After lunch, drizzle turned to rain. Despite that, and the hawk that swooped past the feeders, I saw more birds and more species. The towhee came back. The male oriole put in a brief appearance. Nuthatches made it out of bed. But the weather was dreary without making much of a dent in the drought.
Saturday, February 14, 2026
Robins
There was a light frost and a skin of ice on the creek at first, but the sun quickly warmed everything. A little flock of robins landed to drink from the pool puddle. I was not surprised they were thirsty because there's been no rain this month and very little in January. A different flock squabbled in the back yard across the creek. It looked to me like one vulture had something that the others wanted. They spread out their wings and danced around like boxers. I saw one with a black head and several with red heads. An eagle swooped past and kept going.
At the feeders we had a red belly, a blue jay, a Carolina wren, a mockingbird, a bluebird, a pair of orioles, a pine and a myrtle warbler. On the ground, the song sparrow joined the white throats. A crow promenaded past the door. The blue jay scolded me for letting the barkbutter balls run low.
A brown headed nuthatch showed up for lunch. Most of the breakfast birds returned. I also saw through the trees an egret and a pelican and a duck I couldn't identify. That made me decide to do a third bird count from a window with a better view of the creek. I was rewarded with a bufflehead, a pair of hooded mergansers, and a red breasted merganser. Pelicans were easier to photograph and I could identify the gulls. One was a ringed bill and another was a great black backed gull. At least four cormorants were fishing or drying out.
I finally succeeded in accessing eBird on the laptop and using Merlin on the phone.
Thursday, February 12, 2026
Still pleasant
Today I learned there's a bill in the General Assembly to establish a Virginia Fungi Task Force. Also proposed is a state mycologist. The same article told me that the split gill fungus has 28,000 sexes. Politics can be educational. A mockingbird paid an early visit. Then a crow arrived. A Carolina wren bounced around. White throats were hungry. Brown headed nuthatches found seeds they liked. A goldfinch was more picky. Bluebirds enjoyed the barkbutter balls as did a myrtle warbler. The song sparrow was back. Blue jays too.
The scarred squirrel got into the mealworms. A brown thrasher had some as well. Pine warblers sampled everything. The female oriole came by for a drink. The male red belly chose seeds but the female pileated wanted suet.
Sunday, February 8, 2026
Frigid
We had a very cold, windy night below 20° and windy enough to prevent the creek from icing. I wonder if I've lost any plants to this abnormally cold couple of weeks. I read that a high over Greenland was blocking circumpolar winds and pushing them South. Small birds need a lot of food in this weather. Bluebirds arrived very early. The female oriole was close behind. A turkey vulture perched on the dock piling. With no feathers on their heads, I wonder if they get frostbite? I guess it was our day for big black birds - a crow foraged under the seed feeder. Blue jays (also corvids even if not black) preferred barkbutter balls.
A mockingbird came next, then a male oriole. The female demanded another turn at the BBBalls so the male went for jelly. Well, the female hustled over and evicted him. She took her sweet time while he waited. Meanwhile, the aggressive butterbutt kept ambushing other warblers and chasing them all over the yard. And while it wasted energy, bigger birds ate their fill. A brown thrasher took over the barkbutter feeder. A Carolina wren finally showed up at the feeders, followed by a white breasted nuthatch, then a mockingbird, then a white throated sparrow.
Across the creek, a great blue heron rested on the new bulkhead. Dirt covered the yard behind the bulkhead and I noticed scrapes on the trees. A herring gull found something in the water and a mallard drake had to investigate. A crow watched from the dock. I got a couple of glimpses of an eagle. Like the eagle, pelicans were always behind twigs that threw the camera focus off. A downy pecked at the suet. I spotted a pine warbler up in the redwood, probably avoiding the mad butterbutt. The male red belly had some seeds. I noticed the sweet gum balls were sparse this year which might explain the house finch squabbling at the seed feeder. Sunshine warmed the day up to 30°. The orioles and warblers emptied the jelly dish. K refilled the barkbutter dish several times.
Saturday, February 7, 2026
Temperature dropping
A dusting of snow lay on the concrete, evidence that the ground was frozen. Wind whipped the trees and passing clouds made the sunlight blink. The birds went through a lot of food. A Carolina wren woke up hungry. Then a titmouse came for seeds. White throats foraged in the frozen mulch. Three bluebirds watched from the wild cherry.
Out on the creek, I saw herring gulls and a hoodie drake. A handful of buffleheads flew downstream and a pelican flew upstream and landed on the dock. Of course there were mallards. A great blue heron strutted by with its catch.
The red bellied woodpecker joined us for lunch. Bluebirds and white throats appreciated the barkbutter refill. A mockingbird lurked in a dogwood, seeming upset at the competition. Then a male Baltimore oriole brightened the jelly dish. A blue jay drank from the pool puddle. That water is the last to freeze. A white breasted nuthatch ate barkbutter balls. The female oriole showed up and made the male wait for jelly. Two orioles and several warblers consume it fast. A myrtle warbler wasted energy chasing other warblers away from food.
Thursday, February 5, 2026
Baltimore oriole
I got up late. A lone dove poked around under the seed feeder. Bluebirds and white throats cleaned the dish feeder. A mockingbird wasn't happy about that. A white breasted nuthatch ate seeds. A starling seemed unimpressed with the choices. A Carolina wren sat inside the dish. I spotted a brown thrasher in a dogwood, obscured by twigs. The red bellied woodpecker worked on the suet. Myrtle warblers popped up everywhere. A blue jay wouldn't leave the trees.
A downy woodpecker also craved suet. A song sparrow foraged in the last patch of snow. The white breasted nuthatch enjoyed the refilled barkbutter dish. A boat towed away another that was sitting at the dock across the creek all week. Then a male Baltimore oriole showed up. A brown headed nuthatch joined the crowd. The Carolina wren was back.
Thursday, January 29, 2026
Bird buffet
The ice on the creek was broken where the barge had plowed through but it had refrozen overnight. A Carolina wren helped itself to bits of barkbutter with beak wide open. The female Baltimore oriole was up early and headed for the jelly. Or course, white throats poked around the dead vegetation but also visited the barkbutter dish. A myrtle warbler paused on the bench. Another investigated a tabletop. Then the male pileated woodpecker arrived. Some of the songbirds were intimidated, but not the brown headed nuthatch. The red bellied woodpecker ate seeds - he must like something in the mix I bought. A white breasted nuthatch asserted itself despite the house finches. A mockingbird wasn't happy to find barkbutter instead of mealworms. (I emptied the mealworm bag yesterday.) Bluebirds were happy with either food. Blue jays were late noticing that there were barkbutter balls.
A starling came for lunch. The sun lit up its iridescent feathers, but a bluebird was annoyed at being displaced. The white breasted nuthatch came back for more seeds. The oriole ate some barkbutter balls and some suet. She emptied the jelly. Brown headed nuthatches were back. So was a wren. Pine warblers made a late appearance. Soon the barkbutter dish was down to dust, so I refilled it. The creek partly melted during the afternoon, as much from the dredging as the temperature, I think. Maybe the abundant sunshine helped.
Saturday, January 24, 2026
Really cold
The temperature was 22° when I got up and rose all the way to 24° during the day. The gusty wind must have driven the chill down into the teens. Occasional sunlight broke through the overcast. The red belly was up early, soon followed by the oriole. The oriole was not willing to share with bluebirds. Eventually she left and I counted four bluebirds. Warblers and white throats hunted breakfast. A white breasted nuthatch, then brown headed nuthatches, visited. A Carolina wren poked that long beak into dead vegetation. Blue jays noticed the barkbutter balls. K refilled the glass dish twice. A white throat tried to get possession of the dish but neither a bluebird nor the oriole was intimidated. A chickadee walked down the pine trunk.
At lunch, white throats, nuthatches, titmice, wrens, and red belly were all still eating. A flock of a dozen or more hoodies, mostly drakes, fished on the creek. I had been afraid the dredging might have scared them off for the Winter, but today the equipment was docked. There may have been more females but they blended in with the water. A pelican fly-by was blurred by tree branches. A cormorant popped up out of the cold, gray water with a fish. A half dozen egrets flew away. A couple of buffleheads hung out with the hoodies. Of course there were mallards. They intercepted the cormorant but it dived. Bu then the light was very poor.
The snow began around 10pm.







