That poor beleaguered male woodpecker and his two demanding offspring have been sitting on the suet feeder outside the sliding glass door for most of the day, while he grabs suet and shoves it down throats. The fledglings never seem to be full, and never seem to stop complaining, and also don’t seem to understand that they could grab suet off the feeder themselves and eliminate the middleman.
Supposed to go out for a gallery crawl this evening, which will be my first real change to check out the local gallery scene. (I know, I know, it’s been half a year since I moved here. I’m slow.) Kinda looking forward to it–my work is generally not the sort of thing people put in galleries, having a kind of high kitsch content, but you never know, maybe I’ll find a likely venue.