A city crew came by yesterday and trimmed branches all along the bike path. They got a little slaphappy with our sumacs, maybe ...

Ah well, they'll survive.

A night heron contemplates the river, or life in general:

My woodpecker mojo continued today. As I was putting things away in the equipment box I had to stop and check out the commotion directly above me in the cottonwood tree. Tapping, rustling, bits of debris raining down ... all due to a pair of hairy woodpeckers having breakfast. (Video clip coming later.)

And what are the odds that I would find this feather today on Marnie's Point?! Clearly the woodpecker gods are pleased with me.