I went for a brisk walk in the afternoon. It was just above freezing, but there was an arctic wind blowing which numbed my hands in no time at all. Soon I was back and checking on the birds at the feeders.
With an audible flap of his wings, a woodpecker arrived on the scene, flying from tree to tree. He kept up with this behavior, first coming closer and then retreating, making it known that he wanted me to leave before he flew down to the feeders.
With an audible flap of his wings, a woodpecker arrived on the scene, flying from tree to tree. He kept up with this behavior, first coming closer and then retreating, making it known that he wanted me to leave before he flew down to the feeders.
