They're a little grainy but he's identifiable.
As he was working over the tree, seeking bugs for his dinner, he seemed distracted by something at the nearby bird bath.
I wondered if he would go down and get a drink.
As I widened my vision I saw what had the woodpecker concerned.
A large mourning dove had zoomed in for his taste.
Though much larger than the woodpecker, he's probably much less brave.
But he didn't pay the slightest attention, just got his drink, turned his back and then flew off, frightening the woodpecker away with his flapping wings.
And so ends this episode of Life at the Avian Crossroads.