These furry galls on oak leaves were hard to figure what created them. A friend delved in these denizens of the forest, teaching at a local university for a half century. Each time she would marvel at the treasures I would bring to her. I think of her every time I find something new and old, and wish she were still around. Someone else other than me was also curious and I found many opened up. I wondered if it was Wild Turkey's looking for acorns or juicy insect.
I heard a twin chirp above me and watched two Bald Eagles playing. They tumbled and flew with no cares at all. Soon they were out of sight, but I could still hear a faint call.
A Downy Woodpecker is a regular visitor to this suet feeder.