Green Jays are all over the yard, having had an apparently very successful nesting season. Even noisier today than the Kiskadees, with buzzy croaks and snores and cheh-cheh-chehs, the jays ruled the yard. The bather above looked unusual with its outer yellow tail feathers being the only ones in its tail! The jay below, messily eating the orange suet cake, displays the blue/green tail that is typical.
Other birds I saw at the baths from my "blind spot" included Carolina Wrens, Black-crested Titmice , a White-throated Sparrow, a Baltimore Oriole, Orange-crowned Warblers, an Ovenbird, Great-tailed Grackles, Red-winged Blackbirds, Lesser Goldfinches, and lots and LOTS of House Sparrows.
Since the wind was relatively calm today, I could hear birds all around me as I sat in the blind. Once, as I played my Ibird Pro app to hear the call of a White-throated Sparrow, the sound of wings and feet on the camouflage tent fabric startled me. I think it was the titmouse pictured above but I was "blind" in my blind, at least to what was going on over my head.
Later, when my neighbor told me he had seen five large Ringed Kingfishers flying over our yards south of the houses calling loudly their wild clattering rattle, I realized what I had heard. We usually see this largest of our three species of kingfishers on the north side of the yards, along the river, in ones or twos, but today they were flying high in a group over the front yards. Later from the deck I took a photo of one of them. He's just a dot above the palms, but that shape is unmistakable. I missed the parade of five of the chattering giant kingfishers, but I didn't miss their chatter!
A Carolina Wren serenaded me from the bougainvillea nearest the deck, the reddish-brown of his breast especially bright, maybe because of the morning sun and maybe because it echoed the deep apricot of the nearby blooms.
Out by the road a small brown bird with a white eye-ring called to an echoing bird in a brasil tree. It was too far to see just what it was though its call was distinctive. I'll figure out what it is and maybe post that later. For now, I'm including its picture because the background, so different from the wren's blooming backdrop, looks almost like trees in winter in northern climates. Of course, what it's actually perching in is not winter woods, but a brush-pile of dead branches.