After days and days of warm weather in the 70s and 80s, today dawned overcast and cool, the high not reaching 60 degrees. At Nathan Krestul Park, my sightings followed a familiar pattern. As I approached, I heard and saw a Belted Kingfisher, but it soon disappeared and did not reappear for the next half hour. I spotted the one Tricolored Heron and the one Little Blue Heron. A Great Blue Heron perched high in a tree. Yellow-rumped Warblers were flitting about. An Eastern Phoebe surprised me by repeatedly perching low, barely a foot off the ground.

Tricolored Heron

Great Blue Heron
When I got back home, I head Barred Owls calling to each other. One sounded like it was in the woods just behind our house. I stood on our retaining wall, peering into the trees, but did not spot it–or hear them call again.
It’s very quiet. I’ve seen a pair of Northern Cardinals and a pair of Carolina Wrens eat the mixed nuts at the cylinder feeder, and I’ve seen a male Red-bellied Woodpecker, Downy Woodpeckers, Tufted Titmice, and Carolina Chickadees take peanuts from the feeder. But more often than not, when I look out the windows, I don’t see a single bird.