Out here at the Rancho this morning, the cedar waxwing is back, sharing the highest branches of a tree with a very large robin who's studiously ignoring him. The Baltimore oriole visited the dogwood, looking for breakfast, and an eastern towhee (formerly the rufous-sided towhee; maybe it's like being demoted from sainthood, when you get a reasonable bird name as opposed to a geeky one) spent a minute or two there, also; and yes, by gosh, a tufted titmouse.