I love a bird feeder. I can’t identify — officially, anyway — most of the birds that show up. Cardinals I’ve got down. Bluejays, too, and mourning doves and back home we’ve got giant black birds I assume are crows.

But here at the lake it’s mostly a bunch of littles swooping in and out. Cream and gray, the one with bright white cheeks and a dark black section down the top of their heads. There’s a decent amount of coexistence going on out there — even when a squirrel meanders up the birds don’t clear out unless he climbs the rail.

I’m guessing woodpeckers freak them all out, though, because when one showed up they scattered like the place was burning down. He was stunning with a bright red crown that looked straight out of a Crayola box. Bless his whole heart I watched him cling to the base, his weight swinging it wildly, tossing seeds aside in search of…who knows what. He didn’t stay long but he sure made an impression.

Linda hosts Stream of Consciousness Saturday. This week’s prompt is “color/colour.” Use it as a noun, a verb, or pick a color and write about it–use it any way you like. Have fun!