© Warren Greene/CLO
My first pileated woodpecker of the season flew away in front of me yesterday. The flight of this big, prehistoric-looking (but also magnificent) bird is ungainly. After each flap of wings, it seems pulled downward by its weight, but then rises again with another tremendous flap, its brilliant red crest shooting through the nearby forest like a signal of spring. (The daffodils bloomed yesterday, too.)
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