A woodpecker eating the peanut butter off a dangling corn cob made me smile this morning. I enjoy watching the native birds partake of the offerings that Iggy and I place in our back yard.

Iggy heard that normally the woodpeckers would have migrated away by now. But they’ve stuck around because the weather has been warmer than usual.

While in Glacier National Park we learned about woodpeckers who feed only on the beetles that come after a swath of forest has burned. From destruction comes life.

That reminds me of the sad day a couple years ago when I saw a dying squirrel with an open wound limping around our backyard. I tried to give the animal some water or peanut butter. The poor thing was too sick to take sustenance, even though it got close enough to me. The same day I saw a parent sparrow feeding a chick. Life goes on.