It ain’t Woody. That’s all I’m sure of.
I’ve seen several of these around the North Creek area. They’re never close enough to get a really good view, but with a little zoom they resolve into something that looks like it might be a woodpecker. Certainly, with a beak that size, it should be.
It’s definitely not a pilated woodpecker. It’s probably not a Northern Flicker. I’d be willing to put cash money on that – at least a whole dollar. The dollar’s sniny, too – it’s the dollar coin I got in New Hampshire. Wow, right?
This might-be woodpecker was hanging about in the trees by our drumlin on a lovely sunny February afternoon. So it seems they winter here.
It’s hard to get a good shot – they’re almost always silhouetted. Like so:
I’ve done the bits with the photo manipulation and have resolved it into some sort of detail. Not enough, I’m sure, but you lot are clever and I don’t think poor resolution will be an impediment to you.
I notice that when it turns its head, its dark chin feathers seem to kind of spread out a bit, rather like a cravat. That’s why I don’t think it’s a Flicker. Flickers have a little dark patch on the chest, not the throat.
Also, it doesn’t seem to be all over in spots and stripes. It even seems to have a hint of iridescent green. I’ll bet it’s magnificent, close to. Alas the barstards never are where I want them. They’re always off in a tall tree, laughing at me.
I swear every bird round here’s against people with cameras and a blog to feed. I recently took a walk around the Seattle Times park, and there was this tree full of noisy, interesting bird song I wanted to run by you, so I tried to record it. I’m not kidding, they cut off the instant I hit the record button. Twice. Fuckers.
Ah, well. I’ll just have to work on my mad sneaking skillz while you tell me what this is.