And a flutter past my head happened-- the baby woodpecker was back. Solo this time, and with new skillz. Once again he started to slide down the pole, but this time used his new tail feathers as a brake, climbed right back up again.
And see how he's figured out how to use his tail to grip, while he finds his own suet. He was within a few feet of me, possibly too young to be alert around a human, or maybe he'd seen older birds unworried and feeding near me. He's clearly feeding himself independently, no need for parent to help.
Birds develop at warp speed. I've seen it often, but never get used to the marvel of it.
And my carpenter bees were busily pollinating the lavender. Telling me it's not all about drilling my fence.
