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I'd probably be missing church today if a Downy Woodpecker hadn't found that a piece of Timber Bamboo leaning on the yard fence by my bedroom window wasn't Just Exactly the best thing ever for expressing his deep inner feelings; not as loud as CL's Flicker on an oil drum, but what it lacked in volume it made up in rapidity and proximity. I've got both Hairies and Downies here (the former are bigger than the suet feeder in all dimensions and the latter a bit smaller, otherwise it's hard to tell them apart), Northern Flickers, western geographic group AKA Red Shafted Flickers, like CL's steel drum afficianado, at least one Redbreasted Sapsucker (my nominee for second place Bird With the Most Embarrassing Name Ever after the Bushtit) and occassionally a Pileated Woodpecker up in the big doug firs on the hill, depending on where the Redtails are nesting at the time.
I am one of THOSE birdwatchers, you know, the ones who would probably rise from my death bed to go see a Snowy Owl or Golden Plover if one were in the neighborhood. My feelings about chickens are at the intersection of my love for birds in general, farm animals in general, and really good cooking components, in general.
I am one of THOSE birdwatchers, you know, the ones who would probably rise from my death bed to go see a Snowy Owl or Golden Plover if one were in the neighborhood. My feelings about chickens are at the intersection of my love for birds in general, farm animals in general, and really good cooking components, in general.