What a pleasant surprise when I was shooting the feeder friends on the post a few days ago, that I heard the call of the Pileated Woodpecker. Of course, I had to go investigate. So, I sneak towards the sound as quietly as I can, but the snow crunching gave my location away. It flushed, but I watched it closely and saw where it landed. I squeak along again, and flush it again. This time, as my frustration peaks, I stood in place. It took another 10 minutes and the tapping on wood suddenly sounded thru the woods. My ears chose a direction and I ninja-ed my way closer. I finally see it thru some heavy limbs, so I took some shots:
I ninja-ed some more but the peckerwood saw me and vanished! Oh well, I got proof I saw him, which was only the second time I have ever photographed one. So all in all, the day was a success even though the shots were not!
Note: Peckerwood is slang for "poor southern white folks". I used this term loosely as I just wanted a reason to cuss out my frustration.