Today was mild enough–70 degrees–for Gram to go out to the lake with me at Westminster Woods. Almost immediately we watched this Anhinga work its meal off the twin skewers of its beak, into its mouth, and down its throat.
Then it swam to a log, hauled itself out, and slowly flapped its wings to dry.
Back at home, I found two American Goldfinches trapped inside the gazebo (and most of the sunflower chips gone from the feeders). The wind must have blown open the door, and these two got curious. After I propped open the door with a chair, each one found its way out.
At dusk I saw a male Northern Cardinal, but no Hermit Thrush.