There's an owl somewhere in the pines, but it couldn't be found yesterday. I was checking the ground for pellets. No pellets. No owl. But there were sweet things to watch. One of the birders explained that grackles with white feathers are "albino". Neat. It was a warmer day, so TAnner Spring was no longer iced over. More birds would have stopped to bath, but there were three hawks hunting in the vicinity. I was very surprised to spot a brown thrasher, thought they had already migrated. It was a glimpse and then the bird burrowed into the leaves and was perfectly hidden from view. This is very good, because the birds that toss leaves, head down are easy pickin's for the ever watchful hawks.