A female Hairy Woodpecker visits an old spruce tree looking for a meal on a mid-winters afternoon.

Happy Friday and wishing you a wonderful weekend.

While not the original Horace, a pseudonym we seem to have applied to most of the Ravens we meet along the way, his slightly muddy beak and side profile sent us on a trip down memory lane to the day we first met the original.

As usual the Great Horned Owl chicks spotted us before we spotted them this spring afternoon a year or two ago. Tucked neatly into an old broken cottonwood tree one chick up and one tucked neatly inside with only an eye peeking through. The Owls may have paired up already and soon the eggs will be laid. New chicks are already on the way. How time flies.