Damsel in Distress

Calling plaintively for companionship the female Gila Woodpecker (lower bird) moaned around our backyard for several minutes before a boyfriend (above) arrived. He flexed his muscles, fluffed his feathers, and strutted around.

It reminded me of an old song which generally went thusly:
"Who's that knocking at my door cried the fair young maiden."
"It's only me, from over the sea, said Barnacle Bill the Sailor."

The red crown on his head shows in another photo of the same series, but in this one he is looking nonchalantly in the other direction.

It must be Spring. Romance is in the air!