We saw not one, but two woodpeckers. They were in a pair of trees just past the horses’ fence, one one each tree. On one it was easy to see his bright, red head. The other stayed shaded, but we could hear them both drumming away. I wish they had been lower to the ground so that we could have seen the holes they left.
Two semi-related notes: the chickadees are loving the birdfeeder, and I love the chickadees, so we are both happy. And we are going on vacation, so there won’t be any more Montana firsts for awhile.