Red-bellied Woodpecker: November 5, 2021

I never saw a Red-bellied Woodpecker in my youth.

In 1985, my grandfather wrote: This is a southern species, fairly common in the oak forests of the eastern USA, but rare in Ontario, except in the extreme southwestern portion. When one shows up elsewhere in Ontario, word soon spreads and birdwatchers flock in to gaze at the beautiful bird.

These days I see them fairly regularly and we had one this morning high in the oaks at Marie Curtis Park.

Red-bellied Woodpecker (male)
Red-bellied Woodpecker (male)
Red-bellied Woodpecker (male)
Red-bellied Woodpecker (male)

Other birds:

Double-crested Cormorant
Canada Geese
Ring-billed Gull
Canada Geese
Canada Geese
Canada Geese
Canada Goose
Canada Geese
Canada Geese
Downy Woodpecker (female)
Canada Geese
Downy Woodpecker (female)
Canada Geese
Red-tailed Hawk
Red-tailed Hawk
American Robin
American Crow
Mallard (female)
American Black Duck (male)
Mallard (male)

Park scenes:

Red Squirrel

Some botany:

Cottonwood (Populus deltoides)
Frost on Ground Ivy
Canada Goldenrod (Solidago canadense)
Staghorn Sumac (Rhus typhina)
Staghorn Sumac (Rhus typhina)

Today’s group:


But the air’s so appetizin’; and the landscape through the haze
Of a crisp and sunny morning of the airly autumn days
Is a pictur’ that no painter has the colorin’ to mock—
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock.    – James Whitcomb Riley (1849–1916)

Miles Hearn

3 thoughts on “Red-bellied Woodpecker: November 5, 2021

  1. John Bohdanowicz

    Here is the poem about weeds that I said I would send you:

    Oh Sing We Now The Holy Weeds

    Oh sing we now the Holy Weeds
    That flourish in the ditch,
    For they are for the meek in needs,
    They are not for the rich.

    You cannot buy them at the mall,
    Nor at the superstore,
    They are despised because they all
    Grow freely for the poor.

    The Dandelion shoots, for spring,
    Before their flowers burst;
    The Burdock root is best in June
    When it is fat with juice;

    When autumn comes, the Acorn’s ripe,
    The Walnut black is too;
    Young Milkweed pods are sweet when boiled,
    And Milkweed shoots when new.

    The inner bark of Spruce and Birch
    For extra Vitamin C –
    But do not take too nuch of each,
    Or you will kill the tree.

    The Purslane, Sorrel, Lamb’s Quarters,
    And Nettles, too, are good;
    The Hawthorn, Elder, Sumac, Rose –
    Their berries wholesome food.

    The Holy Weeds are plentiful
    And Beautiful to see –
    For who can doubt God put them there
    So starved we’ll never be?

    From “The God’s Gardeners Oral Hymnbook”

    Margaret Atwood (1939 – )

    (This is part of the novel, “The Year Of The Flood).


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