Every afternoon a red-breasted sapsucker flies into the orchard and settles down to graze on my favorite apple tree.
He's quite the brave little bird, determined to stick around and do his job, even if someone was nearby. Saturday Dave was actually in the apple tree with the chain saw, cutting limbs, sawdust raining down, and the sapsucker stayed put.
Today he played a game of hide and seek with me, letting me get quite close before ducking back around the tree. I'd sit tight, and he'd scoot back around. He completely charmed me.