Just once, he came and pecked on this half-dead tree of mine. But oh boy, I was thrilled to see beyond words. I did a search on Google, and this is known as downy woodpecker.
He was a beautiful bird, very busy working on his pecking and jumping from here to there. I tried to snap as fast as I can; worry that he would fly away when he spotted me.
Once he spotted me, he was gone and I haven't seen coming back! This was the best year so far in my backyard. I don't know if it is because I feed the bird, or is it the dead tree, the weather, or a combination of all things. I am just glad they came.
~~Life is made up, not of great sacrifices or duties, but of little things, in which smiles and kindness, and small obligations given habitually, are what preserve the heart and secure comfort.~~Humphry Davy