A juvenile female Hairy Woodpecker allowed me to capture her engaging in grooming and tick removal. Normally, adult Hairys vanish the moment they realize they are being observed, so this was one of those rare times that might not happen again.
A young male Downy Woodpecker throws the scary bristles at a Dove. The compleat dialogue, as I imagine it: “Behold the bristles of doom, Dove! They shall scare you away from the delicious suet!” *Dove stares* “Wait…why isn’t this working?”
A very young Mourning Dove was perched in the tree outside my studio window, waiting for a parental unit to show back up, and trying to figure out what that talking, clicking creature hanging out the window happened to be.
A Hairy Woodpecker Papa has been bringing his little girl to the studio side feeder, and I finally got photos of her, so exciting. While Papa is still feeding her, she is also trying to figure out this tree pecking business.
I was sitting on the deck taking photos – the robin in the second shot was a bit alarmed to find that I was only about four feet (about one meter) away, but went back to getting a drink as if I weren’t there.