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In the darkness the striking sound of matches echoed and in an instant the gentle dance of light and flickering warmth appeared !!
Bob heard these young Flickers calling to be fed before spotting them in an old broken tree trunk. We were lucky to see them because when we went back the next day they had fledged and were nowhere in sight.
Northern Flickers spend a lot of their time on the ground digging for ants their favourite food.
Taken at Lakes Regional Park, Fort Myers, Florida.
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By the time I crossed paths with this Northern Flicker, the sun was setting fast. I call this the "red hour" though in reality it's more like the red 10 minutes. I guess I've never really paid attention to how long it lasts. I just know it's the very last of the day's light. And for me, catching a photo of any bird in those last fleeting minutes feels magical. Hennepin County, MN 11/22/25
Had this beautiful visitors in my backyard yesterday. This is the first time I got them both together!
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This pair of Northern Flickers (Colaptes auratus) were among several that were flitting about in a bare tree at a local park this Spring. I posted a shot of three of them earlier. These birds were quite a distance away for this shot, across a body of water, but it helped that they were in direct sunlight.
I was photographing a female yellow warbler when I sensed movement off on the edge of my peripheral vision. I looked up and saw that a male, red-shafted flicker had landed on a really nice perch, not too far away. I was very happy to take its photo and managed a few frames before it flew away.
Ce mâle s'emploie à creuser un nid . À quelques reprises, il appela la femelle pour visiter les lieux. Lors de l'appel, il hérisse les plumes .
This male is used to dig a nest. A few times, he called the female to visit the place. During the call, he bristles the feathers.
Cliquez pour agrandir \ Click for larger view
Just before taking these photos I'd gone back inside the house and it was only as I turned around to have one last look on the feeders that I saw this beautiful northern flicker. A quick 180 and a slow approach back to the feeders and I was able to capture these photos
If any city in Europe deserves 'state of the art' floodlighting it's Oxford. With its densely packed dramatic architecture and fantastical skyline it could be one of the great sights of the world, but in reality it is a dark and purposefully under-lit city.
I suspect the University frowns on the idea of arc-lamps glaring into its hallowed halls, and I can't blame them for that. Instead of brightly lit buildings, it is a city of mystery and intrigue after dark, it's ancient streets and alleyways atmospherically lit with pools of light and shadow where often the only sound is the tinkling of a bicycle bell and the flickering of its light to warn of the approach. No wonder it has spawned more tales of fantasy and imagination than any other small city in the world.
One of the treats of wandering around the University after dark is it allows you glimpses into the grand rooms and libraries the public usually never get to see.
Colaptes auratus
Showing new spiky feathers and open eyes, the flicker babies are growing by leaps and bounds.
Soon they will be able to scrabble up the walls of this deep tree cavity, and meet their parents offering food.
Love this poem by Taryn Taylor - Flicker
A flame flickers from inside my spirit.
A candle caresses my core with strength.
Illumination burns, steady and brilliant,
Licking my insides with certainty.
A sensuous blaze melts deep resistance
As my soul sizzles in bright crackles,
Consuming me in sparks of defiance
And fueling me with possibility.
A glow of hope permeates my being,
Warm and persistent like the earth’s furnace.
Colors fold in roaring kaleidoscopes,
Laughing like fire in a swarm of heat.
Pulses of joy propel my feet forward,
As inspiration engulfs me in bliss.