He looks around for his parents.
The Red-bellied Woodpecker is still being fed by his parents. He always seems to be positioned among the leaves, perhaps to make it more difficult to be seen. Here is a glimpse of the big baby.
Ok, let's try it on the steps.
Lucy, look at me.
Come on Lucy, just one good shot.
All right. Ellie, let's get one of you.
That's great, Ellie. Can you hold you head up a little more?
Thanks, Ellie. That was great!
We adore both of these dogs, different as they are. That also applies to our children, doesn't it? Very different but all wonderful.
Have a great weekend, everyone.
The female grabs some suet to feed the little ones:
This is the male. You may notice the Downy on the other side of the suet feeder. I assure you the Red-bellied has no idea he is there. He is notorious for chasing the Downys away and through the woods. We call the male Big Red, or Big Red Bully. He chases everyone except the Pileated Woodpeckers away from the suet.
I cannot tell you how much time I spent trying to get a photograph of Rosy or Big Red going into the cavity before the little ones fledged. It is possible they might have another brood this summer. If my neck holds up, I'll keep trying.
My neighbors who have seen them at our feeders call them Red-headed Woodpeckers. Yeah, the same neighbors who call the Pileated "Woody Woodpecker". Sometimes I just let it go. It's so much easier that way.
We did not tour the sterile manufacturing plant, preferring to stay outdoors and enjoy the day. In doing so, we overheard some really interesting conversations about the powers of the various herbal remedies. These folks have some satisfied customers who eagerly spread the word.
Oh! Did a local potter make the mushrooms?
It was a very long day. People crowded through from 10:00 until 12:00. I was constantly greeting, constantly smiling and trying to look comfortable. I took the Golden Girls for a walk between 12 and 12:30, drank several glasses of water, and prepared for the 1:00 onslaught. Another steady stream from 1:00 until the end of the tour at 3:00 (actually four people showed up at 3:15). It was an exhausting day. When the stragglers finally left, I took the girls out again and changed clothes, sat in the recliner, and cooled off with some lemonade.
My poor husband came home just before 5:00. He has to go back tomorrow for the judge's instructions and the jury deliberation. He asked how the garden tour went, and I said, "JUST GREAT!"