The Bird Show Gets Personal

Today we took our ladderback woodpecker to the director of the local Wildlife Rescue, who told us she handles rehab for unusual birds--insectivores and others with special needs. All during the 45 minute drive, he was pecking and scrabbling at his cardboard box, informing us in no uncertain terms that he wanted out, thank you.

Good news: he is apparently uninjured. Might have flown into a window and stunned himself (though we found him a good twenty feet from any windows.) She'll keep him for a few days, then if all looks well he'll come back to be released up here in the mountains where we found him.

This is a picture of him on the edge of the hated box just before we took him to the rescuer. If you think he looks cranky here you should have seen him after the drive.

Beloved spouse informs me we're putting stickers on all the windows to keep birds from flying into them. This from the man who hates to put a nail in a wall. (I knew all along he was a softie.)

Two pages today, and started planning for a new book.