Flicker flight

Common sights over our ridgeline neighborhood are eagles or red tailed hawks on the hunt.

So hearing the shrill screeching this morning of what we thought was a hawk cruising the neighborhood was exciting. I of course broke a natural law and made a dash for my camera, meaning that as soon as I went back outside there would be no sign of the predator bird.




This time we at least caught the source of all the commotion – a lonely flicker, an interesting bird but no hawk. And naturally, as soon as we tried to record his racket on video, our guy was as quiet as a Sunday morning and flew away, out of spite, without giving us the satisfaction of archiving his complaints, or his courting for all we knew.



             

Anti-climactic, OK, and Casey was underwhelmed from the start, but check out the clear blue skies of our late summer!