The Story of my Visit from Mr. Woodpecker
Sometimes you get an unexpected treat. It was 8am and I heard a “thump!” on the kitchen window. I looked out on the front porch and saw Mr. Downy Woodpecker crumpled on the ground. When I picked him up, he did not look good; eyes mostly closed, panting and mouth open. He did not even try to stand in my hand.
After a while, he breathed normally and just rested in my hand. I totally enjoyed stroking his head and back and talking to him. He seemed to enjoy the visit too. After about 40 minutes, he flew high into a tree. A happy ending.