This morning as I sat down at my computer in the yurt I wondered what to write about and then wham! a small bird flew directly into the window in front of me – I watched her as she flew straight at me. She was a tiny songbird, a Golden Crowned Kinglet … a messenger.
It was early morning and the fall sun had just made it over the horizon. The dogs were anxious to go for their morning walk. An insistent tapping caught my attention as we walked up the driveway. We stopped, the tapping stopped, we listened, the tapping started again. Suddenly we saw a young Pileated Woodpecker, in the grass a few feet from us, sitting on an old decaying log – digging for his breakfast. He wasn’t in the least bit bothered by us or our dogs, just watched us curiously.