The forest has come alive again with the first stirrings of spring. Last week I saw above me two crows performing their aerial courtship, and today I saw one with a twig in its bill. They certainly are more vocal than they have been all winter, and there are more of them, too. The Pileated Woodpeckers also have begun their ritualistic tattooing, declaring territorial rights or trying to attract the attention of a mate.
The loud hammering drew me to a hydro pole a short distance from the driveway.
The loud hammering drew me to a hydro pole a short distance from the driveway.
Fortunately, the Pileated Woodpecker soon gave up this dangerous perching spot and flew back to a dead, hollow tree, where I had first seen it during my walk earlier.
