Early one morning last week, Bill called me into the kitchen — where we stood watching a male woodpecker feeding his fledgling from the bird feeder, one tiny bit at a time. They were perched on the cedar posts supporting the back patio roof. Being backlit from a very bright sun, we couldn’t really see much detail but I drew them anyway.
Bright sun itself is a bit rare these days. We’ve received so much rain that we “slosh” walking across the pastures. In fact, we were visited by a little blue heron in the front pasture — no doubt mistaking it for swampland.
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