Wednesday, February 19, 2020

"... What's the matter with me, I don't have much to say ..." and then a Pileated Woodpecker made a surprise visit to my porch


In the 35 years that I have lived by Scudder Pond, it is highly unusual for a Pileated Woodpecker to appear at my suet feeder




"... Why only yesterday I saw somebody on the street
Who just couldn't help but cry ,,,"

(Bob Dylan, lyrics from "Watching the River Flow")



(Thanks to robin andrea for her Valentine's Day presentation of "One Day" and to Rosemarie for her good questions about crying in secret, both of which moved me to post today)

The truth is that I have more than enough to say and don't know where to start.  This is a start.  Sending love to all.

You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough. – William Blake.

4 comments:

Tara said...

wonderful songs, all. i especially love Change is Gonna Come and One Day. Beautiful music with powerful messages.

Have you lived at the same address for 35 years? Or different places around the pond? I have been such a nomad I can't even imagine living somewhere that long. I love the concept, I've just never been able to make it happen. I'm going to try my best to stay in my place for at least 23 years. I want that experience so very much!

I wonder if the appearance of the woodpecker has anything to do with climate change?

Love to you, too, and thank your for such an uplifting post.

Anonymous said...

Love seeing that Pileated Woodpecker. Wow! What a grand sight that is. Thank you for the music. Always love hearing what you are listening to.

ellen abbott said...

when we lived in the city there were several occasions when a pileated woodpecker came to our old camphor tree. I've only seen one out here in the country two times, maybe three.

Sackerson said...

We get woodpeckers (though not pileated?) on our feeders here. I guess rare birds are only rare where they don't live. I've met people, for example, who say they've never seen a curlew. Here, higher up the hill, just about every field has one. I once got treated to the rare sight of a whole flock of them flying together.