Downy Woodpeckers, come on down...

cause dinner's on the table. well, on the tree. I've actually remembered to fill the bird feeders that hang on the tree just outside the kitchen window, which is happily where MY table sits (though it is sadly lacking dinner at this particular moment). Obviously the appearance of this jaunty little guy was a reward for my good deed, and I was lucky enough to grab a few shots; more importantly, I now have photographic evidence proving that, contrary to a much-voiced complaint, the cats' clear preference for this particular tree for lounging, grooming, and socializing has in no way discouraged the native bird population...

Sir Alisdair MacNibbles

a huntin' we will go...

twilight in the back pasture

survival of the warmest?

little moo!

moonwalk