This morning my attention was caught by some inept avian fluttering in our field. Two birds, medium size. A flash of red on the head, and a large beak: green woodpeckers. The lack of vivid green ruled out adult males – this was a mother / fledgling education lesson in flying and self-sufficiency. By the time I had grabbed a camera from the house, they had moved further away. I had to creep up to the field fence so as not to scare them, and fire off some distance shots from a slightly awkward position (avoiding barbed wire was one issue). These are quite poor images, as photographs go. But the story is a good and rather sweet one…
Hurry up… hungryyyyyyy
Ok dear, worm coming up. You’ll have to learn to do this for yourself now
Well here’s a nice bug. Last one. Then you are on your own. Forever.
Thanks mum. I’ll be fine now. I think.
2 thoughts on “GREEN WOODPECKERS IN DORSET: A FAMILY STORY”
Brilliant series of photographs. I bet they would be very difficult to pick out in that grass unless you had actually followed them in there.
Thanks Amelia. I’d never have noticed them unless I had first seen them fluttering around. Wish I’d had a camera with me in the first place, when they were closer. A rare treat to watch.