"THUMP! THUMP!"
"THUMP!"
Was somebody building something nearby? Surely not. It sounded too close. I stood very still and searched, slowly closing in on the sound, one step at a time. I had an idea what I would find if I advanced carefully. Then there it was. A pileated woodpecker was turning the dead trunk of a poplar tree into mulch. Pieces were sent flying in all directions as the woodpecker searched for bugs. Every now and then a delectible morsel was found allowing the bird to pause and eat but only for a moment then it was back to work.
The bird contorted its neck, twisting it to reach the long thin bill deep into holes to extract bugs We all know the pileated as the cartoon character Woody Woodpecker but this bird was serious about its work, seemingly oblivious to the human slowly closing in.
As I returned to the house, a red-tail hawk was flying out of the front yard, attempting her own meal a bit higher up on the food chain. She was beautiful, her deep umber tail feathers making a fine show as she flew to a tree. She perched there, turned around then watched. I was sure she was hurtling unkind thoughts at me for interrupting her meal. There she sat as she watched the bird feeder a few moments moments more then flew off to easier pickings.
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