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Williams Lake Field Naturalists
Truthfully, choosing between the wall and the woodpecker is not easy. He's a sweet little guy, and quite nice to look at when he's not munching on my maison.
It turns out he probably won't eat the house - he's just looking for insects, and as far as I know I don't have those living in the walls. And, according to people who should know these kinds of things, if I put out some suet, peanut and black oil sunflower in feeders, my house will look more and more like brussels sprouts or spinach than T-bone steak.
The homestead is actually a real haven for birdlife, including a long list of species with names that would make for good Bond bad guys (Barrow's Goldeneye, Canvasback, Killdeer), as well as the aptly named nuthatch.
I'm on the lookout now for the Northern Shoveler, and no, I don't mean a relative I don't like. I've got a list, some opera glasses I won't be needing any time soon, and a new hobby. And yes, the kitchen is coming along - the garden, not so much, but there are nuthatches who need my attention.