The Firewood Cafe

This Hairy Woodpecker found our firewood pile full of appetizing treats.

She pounded her beak against the wood . . .

. . . as she searched for  a snack hidden under the bark.

My speckled visitor squeaked as it clamored over our fuel . . .

Tilting its head, listening for the tiny rustle that signals food.

I watched with an intensity that was matched and multiplied by the woodpecker's search - until it was time for both of us to move on.