|Male downy woodpecker, with indicative red spot|
A couple of hours later, his lady friend stopped by to fuel up too:
|Female downy woodpecker, sans indicative red spot|
While this afternoon snacking can in no way match the drama of last year's x-rated Easter display by two merlins screwing as if Judgment Day were nigh, what, I ask, could be more pleasant than a visitation by two perfectly lovely examples of Picoides pubescens? The downy is among the most far-flung of American woodpeckers, ranging from Portland, Maine to a certain port city in Oregon, the name of which escapes me at the moment. These suckers are easily attracted by anyone with a couple of bucks to spend on a suet cake, a cage and a can-do attitude.
What's that? Not good enough for you? Well then, how about the first hummingbird of the season!
|Hummingbird feeder. Not pictured: hummingbird|
OK, so I failed to capture the bird, but I swear it was there a nanosecond before the shutter could close--that's just how fast a hummingbird can fly.
What the keen eye may have observed is Red, one of our resident fucking squirrels and a voracious eater of the food I buy for birds, parked on the bird feeder like he owns the goddam place. I really should go chuck a rock at him, but I suppose it is a holiday after all, and WWJD?
Still not satisfied? Well then, how about this breathtaking combination of red and yellow, or as my sometimes-popular wife put it, ketchup and mustard? Hey, as long as there's no mayonnaise in the equation, I'm ok with the condiment references:
Ever notice that the goldfinch very closely matches the color of a blooming dandelion? Coincidence? I think not. I don't know if God has a plan, but I'm pretty sure nature does.
Well, that's all I got. Merry Easter, everyone.