Red, white, and black

It was a quiet Sunday morning, except for Frida's singing-- watching the Cornell red-tailed hawk cam and reading the New York Times. After lunch I went out to pull some poison ivy in three places where we walk. Back by the compost bin there is a dead pine tree. I heard the most amazing noises coming from it. I looked up and saw pileated woodpecker nestlings sticking their heads out of a hole in the tree. One of the parents was feeding them. I had not noticed the hole at all before, and I spend a lot of time looking up at that tree to see how its crumbling down is coming along. What a sight they were. I'll be watching for them now. They look big enough to fledge soon.