On a frosty morning, the flicker comes to call
Mr. Flicker usually pecks at the side of the trees (or house) and scratches through the undergrowth for bugs, so it's a treat to see him "hanging out" at the feeder. This frosty morning he stayed quite a while, hogging the space. The smaller birds were a bit disgruntled, other than the chickadees who flitted to the other side of the feeder not minding he was there.
Not the best picture, as it was taken through the sliding glass door (the birds refuse to hold still if I try to open the door, silly things!)
Joining Cheryl's "Writing on the Wall" over at mysticmissive.blogspot.com/
