Denizens of the Deck

I don’t know exactly why, but I tend to think of the cheeky little red-breasted Nuthatch as the tiniest of the woodpecker clan. I know they aren’t any such thing, but the way they cling, often upside down, to the suet bar on my deck … peck, peck, pecking away with their sharp little beaks,Continue reading “Denizens of the Deck”