I had heard about the woodpeckers’ nest, so I was standing in front of the tree, photographing it, and wondering which of the many holes belonged to them, and whether the young had fledged yet, when David came up. As we stood talking about the birds, the male arrived with a bill full of caterpillars and enetered one of the holes, answering both of my questions.

I returned in the afternoon when the light was from a better direction, and watched both parents coming and going every five to six minutes with food. They seemed to be doing very well.