I was driving down Broadstone Road when out of a corner of my eye I saw a bright red streak flash by. I slammed on my brakes and grabbed my camera. I was now on a quest to capture an image of the elusive pileated woodpecker...
Just kidding. That didn't happen at all. Instead, this guy was much easier to photograph because he was tethered to a wooden pole and was on display at Riverfest in the Valle Crucis Park under the Blue Ridge Wildlife Institute tent. But know this: These birds behave like they are on meth. I swear it never quit moving the entire time I was around.
On the home front: Sweet husband has developed some new and exciting teenage torture devises. The first is to wake up teenager at 8 am on a Saturday and tell her to go wash and polish his backhoe. Man that is cruel--but I love it! The second is start the weedeater and wake up other teenage daughter to the beauty of its voice. Evil genius.
