Here's what we sighted:
Hairy woodpecker (2 pairs)
Some kind of thrush. Hell if I could figure out which one.
*I was especially delighted to have seen an orchard oriole for the first time in my birdwatching career. Contending with a flock of cedar waxwings for some ripe tree berries, the brick-red oriole burst through the foliage and perched on a bare branch long enough for me to realize I had no idea what it was. Luckily, my Golden guide was on hand to help me rack up a life bird.
In other birding news, our gray squirrel population has taken to openly mocking me, evacuating the feeders only when within arm's length of their imbecilic enemy and resuming their feast as quickly as the door shuts behind me.