How about some Mourning Doves? They sat there so quietly that I almost missed them. But I’m feeling very fortunate this spring because not only has Pixel, the flying squirrel, moved into one of my birdhouses, but . . .
I know where a Pileated Woodpecker hangs out. I’m hoping he will cooperate for a better photo soon.
And within 100 feet of the Pileated are a pair of Ospreys hard at work building a nest.
She would place the sticks as he brought them to her. But as I neared she was sure to keep her eyes on me.
In the meantime, Mr Osprey, tired from all his stick gathering, stood scratching his butt. Men!
Yes indeedy, it's a great spring!
