The other morning I spotted four species of woodpecker in the yard before I started my workday.
But the text I sent to Patty read, "Brown Creeper on the peanut butter tree."
Followed by a text with this image:
To which she astutely replied, "that's not a Brown Creeper."
And not it is not.
This is:
When I first spotted the Creeper I went to get the camera. But the Creeper had creeped away.
And then the Pileated Woodpecker landed on the tree a dozen feet to the right. And there I was all dressed up and ready to go so to speak. So I swung the camera on the tripod and fired away.
Sometimes you get lucky. And thus started the four woodpecker morning.
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