As the snow fell around her on a cool morning in Sax-Zim Bog, this Hairy Woodpecker tipped her head back to look. Is she thinking, “the sky is falling?” We’ll never know but I can’t imagine this bird, small as it is, running around like Chicken Little exclaiming “the sky is falling!” After watching this Hairy pound the tree trunk of this pine with such ferocity that the bark flew every which way, and which pounding resulted in precision holes in the trunk, there is no doubt it wasn’t worried about a few snowflakes.
What a great blog. Talk about a blessing everyday. Thanks for letting me drive you to the air port. I feel you have just made a new friend.