Woodpecker (from First Fifty Words)
The other day as I waited in my car for the ice to thaw on the windshield, I looked out the passenger window to my right. My neighbor has a magnolia tree in his yard next to my driveway. On the trunk of that tree was a woodpecker.
He wasn't pecking. He was checking holes that he or some other woodpecker had already pecked for any new prey that might have shown up. I'm not sure how successful he was, because once my car thawed out and I put the transmission in reverse, he flew away. About that time I wished I'd had my camera with me to grab a picture of him before he flew away. He was absolutely beautiful.
I live in a part of the country that rarely gets below freezing. Birds come here in the winter to hang out, or at least stop by here on their way further south. As I sat there and watched that woodpecker I wondered how confused he must be. Confused about the cold. Confused about where his dinner was. After all, he's not used to all this ice around here. He may not realize that makes all the bugs dig in deeper - deeper in the ground or deeper in the tree. I hope he found something to eat.