Wilma is a pileated woodpecker. She doesn’t have the red slash that the males have under their cheek. Wilma is a juvenile. Her red topknot is not yet fully developed.
She is hungry for insects, her main food.
“Oh, look! There’s Anneli’s garden,” says Wilma. “She’s always complaining about the bugs in it. I should check it out.”
“Now let’s have a look. Yup! Lots of weeds, so that’s good for my bug search.”
“Just got to make sure that dog of hers isn’t around. That Emma can be a real nuisance.”
“Okay, first raised bed. Hmm … nothing but stray poppies and weeds. What gives?”
“And over here, she hasn’t even planted anything … other than a few rocks.”
“These oriental poppies look pretty. Buzzing with bees inside them. But I’m looking for bugs, not bees.”
“Okay, so that was a bust. I think I’ll just stick to my roaming around and around these fir trees, and maybe check out a few stumps.”
“By the way, you want to hear my dad calling? He is magnificent!”