One of my favorite morning routines is sipping my coffee on the deck, watching a mother woodpecker feed her baby that is now as big as she is. This is the second summer that I have seen a juvenile peeping from the tree, while the mother flies back and forth to the feeder. She discards a dozen seeds before she finds the right one, then hurries back to the waiting babe. This goes on for almost an hour, as the juvenile is so big, it needs a lot of food. When does she finally teach him how to fend for himself?
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