I Know Where You Live...
...And I know what you did last weekend.
A week ago, just as the sun peeked over the horizon and I was paddling beneath a hollowed-out cypress trunk on Mud Lake, Mr. Plieated Woodpecker popped out of a hole, stared at me as I stared at him, then quickly flew away for parts unknown. So this morning I approached the cypress with camera already in hand and just as the sun cleared the horizon, Mr. Pileated rolled out of bed again, gave me one brief look and again quickly headed off to work. Sure hope this is his homestead and not just an airbnb.
I Know Where You Live...
...And I know what you did last weekend.
A week ago, just as the sun peeked over the horizon and I was paddling beneath a hollowed-out cypress trunk on Mud Lake, Mr. Plieated Woodpecker popped out of a hole, stared at me as I stared at him, then quickly flew away for parts unknown. So this morning I approached the cypress with camera already in hand and just as the sun cleared the horizon, Mr. Pileated rolled out of bed again, gave me one brief look and again quickly headed off to work. Sure hope this is his homestead and not just an airbnb.