"Then the grateful Hiawatha

Called the Mama, the woodpecker,

From his perch among the branches

Of the melancholy pine-tree,

And, in honor of his service,

Stained with blood the tuft of feathers

On the little head of Mama;

Even to this day he wears it,

Wears the tuft of crimson feathers

As a symbol of his service"

 

The Song of Hiawatha: Hiawatha and the Pearl-Feather

by H. W. Longfellow

 

 

Baird Road woodpeckers attracted to Patrick's Special Suet Blend. 

 

 

Non-perching Hairy Woodpecker trying to negotiate a feeder designed for perching seed eaters.  Good job!

American Toad and recently fledged Blue Jay at Fogwell Forest Preserve - Acres Land Trust, Allen Co.,IN

Short tail feathers, just starting head tuft.  Half flying, half crawling through the branches.

  This piebald squirrel returned to our back yard after traveling the neighborhood for several months.  We're glad it is thriving.  Welcome back!