Best Kept Secrets of the Woods

The woods were full of them today: soft, high-pitched peepings and flashes of bark-colored movement. There’s one on this tree. See it? It’s a brown creeper.

I love these tiny birds with their amazing protective coloration.

I have no idea how many there were; I saw one at a time. But they seemed to cover a wide area. There must have been quite a few.

I watched them hop up the trunks, checking under each flake of bark or lichen for insects.

They would hop to the top, then drop back down to the base and start back up again.

For them, the wood full of trees must have been an absolute delight — kind of like I’d feel in a chocolate factory acres wide.

They are always a treat to see, and seeing them feels like an accomplishment — so tiny, quick, and camouflaged.