I’d taken dozens of photos of this little downy woodpecker as he spiraled around the branches he clung to, searching, I suppose, for a January snack.
I never got a great shot of him, too many branches, he was too quick, turning this way and that way, hopping from branch to branch.
And I didn’t know I had recorded his take-off until I loaded the photos from my camera onto my computer.
That was worth a big smile.
He was not at all afraid to fly.
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