…(or her, I shouldn’t assume)…. and once in a while I see him.
Every now and then I hear him
By Lorena
My life is an open book; but somebody has torn out a few of the pages.
…(or her, I shouldn’t assume)…. and once in a while I see him.
My life is an open book; but somebody has torn out a few of the pages.
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YAY! I love pileated woodpeckers. (That’s what it is, right?) They’re gigantic and remind me of Woody Woodpecker… and my Grandfather, but for unrelated reasons. We used to watch for them at the suet feeders when I was a kid.
My favorite bird, too. Really good composition, with the horizontal branches.
Sometimes I think they get a little addled.punching on a tree all day. I’ve seen them on the ground, acting loopy.
Unca Joe (who’s he calling loopy?)