The Bennet's Woodpecker dropped down from the trunk of the tree onto the ground.
He hopped along on the ground searching for grubs to eat.
Inspecting the roots and listening for movement under the bark.
And probing in cracks and crevices.
He was very confiding and was obviously used to people wandering about the garden here.
So ignored me and continued to search for food despite my shetter clicking away like crazy.
He hopped up onto a fallen log and proceeded to search methodically along it's length.
Checking out holes.
Another bout of intense listening.
And an inspection of the larger, darker holes in the hopes for a juicy morsel.
What a fabulous sighting this was for us. We usually only see them fleetingly, high up in trees and just get glimpses as they work their way around the trunks of trees.
