Friends Jan and Marilyn came for our once a monthly quilt get together Monday. In the forest outside our window we could hear a very different bird call. Suddenly a pileated woodpecker came right to the tree nearest the house, mere feet from the window where we sat. These birds are huge, as backyard forest birds go. When I first saw one I declared it was as big as a chicken. Almost is, for real. It would fly away, come back, fly away, come back. So here we are, three 'mature' women standing at the slightly opened sliding door, Jan holding her phone in her hand stuck out the door, tuned to a youtube playing of the pileated woodpecker call. Marilyn standing next to her poking her head out scouting for a sighting and me dodging from window to window hoping if he/she came back I could zoom in.
Alas, not so lucky. This is as close as I could get. But after they left I could hear the bird calling again and when I looked out that window it was hanging onto the staff of the shepherd's hook holding the suet feeder. Its wings were flapping as he was holding on for dear life feet sliding down the pole.
I saw him just once today. Sigh. Today is the last of the nice days. Nice enough to take a few minutes to sit outside looking for birds. Tomorrow our weather finally changes to what it's supposed to be for mid November. Darn.