Even the black-throated blue warblers like this space. Good gnats.
I saw the flash of blue first and couldn't quite figure out what was going on. There was the jay with back to me and another set of eyes behind him. Could it be?
Yes! A wonderfully hidden blue jay nest, one baby in foreground under Mama.
Always look in tall trees. Knock, knock, anyone home? Yes, napping.
At the next tall tree it was not napping, rather tapping. I wondered if there were babies inside. No. I could see the dirt the flicker was shovelling out of the hole.