Our little feathered friend here is a regular. He's become so comfortable around us that Chris will be at the grill and the kids will be in the pool, all within arm's reach, and this bird will remain pecking away at the suet cake. One morning, after dropping the kids off at camp, I came back and the feeder was empty. The woodpecker was on the branch it was hanging from and he started chirping away at me. I walked over, he hopped to the next branch up, and waited while I took the feeder inside to refill it. Soon as I put it up and stepped back, the bird hopped back on to the feeder.
"Il y aura-t-il n'importe quoi d'autre, Monsieur Pic Pelucheux? No? Bon appétit!"
