and began her hunt for bugs.
Following the ridges upward,
a light knocking sound corresponded with the bird's head bobbing
... eventually helping a 1 1/2 year old find what his grandma was pointing at.
We whispered, and followed her, and she quietly keep looking for food;
not immediately flying away,
but pecking and knocking her way to the far side of the tree
- away from these two who insisted on following her.
Eventually she tired of us and flew off.
But we whispered for a while about the woodpecker
and screeched for a while about the blue jay
and cawed for a while about the crow
time with a toddler ... attending to life