Yesterday morning when it was light enough to see, I looked out into the backyard and there was a dozen or so goldfinches perched in a small crepe myrtle tree next to a spot where hang a bird feeder. They were waiting, for me to bring out the feeders I suppose. At the same time that I noticed that scene, a pileated woodpecker flew fairly low, from west to east across my point of view. I was actually in the process of letting Ben and Charlie in the house, so I didn't have a camera in my hand. It would need to have been in my hand if I was to get a photo of the woodpecker. C'est la vie.
“When the Sun of compassion arises darkness evaporates and the singing birds come from nowhere.” - Amit Ray, Nonviolence: The Transforming Power
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