This is a tale of a Pileated Woodpecker and two Merlins.
A woodpecker was calling, so I wandered around until I found it in a tree beside a field.
As I watched, the woodpecker flew across the field and made an unfortunate choice for a new tree.
Alas, the unpropitious tree was already occupied by a Merlin.
Although the Merlin is about half the weight of the Pileated Woodpecker, it is a falcon which specializes in capturing and eating other birds. The Merlin dove.
It was only later that my pictures showed that the woodpecker had had two Merlins to contend with—not good.
Wisely, the Pileated Woodpecker beat a hasty retreat.
One of the Merlins then raised a claw as if to say: “Bear this in mind if you ever decide to return.”
Unconcerned by the petty squabbling of these smaller birds was a Red-tailed Hawk, a raptor that outweighs the Merlin by a factor of six.
Alistair,
I love the clarity of your pictures; your adeptness in catching your subjects in action; and the wit in the accompanying tales. Please continue sharing your love of nature with us. Thank you.
Jim, for two days I have pondered what might be the appropriate way to express my appreciation for such kind words coming, as they do, from a friar. Finally, it struck me: Ego sum mere naturae amanuensis.
I agree with Jim above. I was quite worried for the woodpecker until the end. I’m glad it got away.
Great photos and story!! I particularly like the Merlin with his claw up making his point!