I was rushing out the door to my car…I had to drive my mother-in-law to a doctor’s appointment. As I fumbled in my pocket for the keys, I heard it:
THOCK. THOCK-THOCK. THOCK.
Coming from just over my left shoulder. In my old, buggy maple tree. I’d recognize that “thock” anywhere. I haven’t heard it that close by for a long time.
I dash to the door, fly up the stairs, grab my camera, zoom back down, tiptoe through the deep snow of my front lawn in my sneakers…and shoot like crazy (you can click to embiggen)…
Pileated Woodpecker, going in for the kill
I felt like a fashion photographer working with a seasoned model…he was FABULOUS and not at all shy…WORK IT, BABY!!!
A little tongue action...how saucy!!!
Click…click…oh, you are a FIERCE woodpecker, FIERCE! GRRR, baby, very GRRR!!!
My patience was rewarded with this MONEY SHOT (with which I am greatly pleased):
- A Pileated Woodpecker’s lunch – a longhorn beetle larva
Incredible bird AND a beetle, all in one!!!
(Aaaaand, I’m spent!)
And then I threw my camera in the car, drove like a bat out of hell, and arrived at MIL’s with about 30 seconds to spare.