On this sunny afternoon, I was expecting to find some Red-winged Blackbirds and Song Sparrows. None. I guess that the Redwings are all at my feeder.
The only bird that I had as i walked on the muddy trails south of the Leaside Bridge was a Hairy Woodpecker.
My grandfather once told me that if I were to wear a suit made of tree bark, a woodpecker would eventually land on me. This female was so close that I could have touched it.
Views by the Don:
Hello, Thought you might be interested in this exploration of ancient Lake Iroquois shoreline from east to west. Many a walk you know and maybe many new ones too.
The brown buds thicken on the trees,
Unbound, the free streams sing,
As March leads forth across the leas
The wild and windy spring. – Elizabeth Akers Allen (1832–1911)
Ah, the Don River! A Hairy Woodpecker, and buds about to awaken. Thanks, Miles!