Woodpecker

A slow morning.  Nearly half-an-hour to get my body to move in my bed -- this is not because of pain; it's more like pushing against great weight.  I notice that my fancy bruises are fading. A hot bath to warm the muscles and ease a spasm, then downstairs where I opened the shutters to a wide expanse of wings -- woodpecker. 

I did not start hunting for the camera, just stood at the window and watched as he flew from one spot to another.  He landed on the fence and leaned over to glare at the empty suet feeder, like an angry little old man in a red cap.  And off he went.

Perhaps I will go out today after all. One mustn't earn the wrath of the bird gods.

Comments

[Kate S.]

I just stopped by to see if you were feeling any better. I find you regarding a woodpecker, while feeling stiff as wood yourself. :)

Mmmm....hot baths! Yummily delicious.

[Karen]

Aren't they some of the wackiest birds? We have a couple of flickers that will get into the barn or garage and not remember how to get out. They will slam themselves into the windows while the doors are wide open.

As I typed this I heard a loud bird. I went into the kitchen, couldn't see anything, but it sounded like it was in the rangehood vent. I went outside & a bird flew out - I followed it to the elm in the front yard. Purple finches! Sounds like it's back...