One spring morning, I was walking Rocky around an area next to where I live when I sighted a Red-bellied Woodpecker in a tree. I watched as he flitted from branch to branch, fly away, then returned. Then, I looked again and there were two birds in the tree, one who looked a bit different from the back. I emitted a quiet gasp because I knew this was one of the birds I had been hoping to sight, again, not only to see but to photograph. A year earlier, I had gone to Honeymoon State Park where I had been thrilled to see a Lifer. Even better, he was relatively close and a poser. I shot away, came home and discovered I had had the camera on the wrong setting and several very blurry photos.
I was determined to photograph the Downy Woodpecker this time. The next two mornings, my camera and I went to the same spot at around the same time and waited. Each morning, the Red-bellied arrived. The third morning was the charm. The bird stayed for a while, the sun cooperated, and I got as close as I dared.