The Living

Over the course of this pandemic, I want to work with Husbandman on his bird identification skills.

Yesterday he called out to me, "Hey! We have baby woodpeckers in the maple tree!  Come check it out!"

I was excited, not going to lie.  I rushed over to the window and stared out, searching for the baby woodpeckers, hoping they would be pileated.  I scanned the maple tree from top to bottom several times.  Finally I asked, "Do you mean those 2 birds?"

He did.

"Those are nuthatches.  Adult nuthatches."

Seriously.  We've been birding, admittedly at an amateur level, for years, so I really see no reason for this kind of mistake.

I'm going to be designing a refresher course for Husbandman.  He's obviously been dialing it in for the past few years.  We'll start with these two photos.