Woodpeckers and, I hope, a hawk.
Annoyingly wet Spring morning, only two days into the season. The trees on the horizon look ever so slightly thicker in their bareness: the sap and the buds doing their stuff, just invisible to us yet, “us” being the largely untrained (okay, I’ve had some ornithology training by people who were just as happy … Continue reading Woodpeckers and, I hope, a hawk.
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