
The mother osprey returns with a branch after her initial passes over my head (see my earlier post) . Before putting the branch into her nest as shown here, she flew over me several times. I wasn’t sure if she was going to drop it on me or whack me with it.

From the recent visit to the farthest bog where the beavers swim we caught this warbler, or something else, on the trail.
Over by the bog near the beaver’s den we found this grackle-we-think. The bird is wandering along the trail now covered by water backed up by beaver damming.
This is one of our regulars. Most likely a male hairy woodpecker based on a the red crown and beak, but we have seen downy woodpeckers here also. 

Last weekend we did find a textbook example of a hairy woodpecker in the front yard.
Or a yellow-bellied sapsucker?
Perhaps a hairy woodpecker?