Motherly love

Yesterday, I came back from 16 days in wild Kazakhstan. Jet-lagged, I drank tea in the garden at 6 a.m. - to be greeted by a mother and baby Great-spotted Woodpeckers landing on the Field Maple tree at the end of my garden.

The baby waited patiently while the mother jumped up to my bird feeder and dislodged pieces of peanut.

 She then jumped back down to feed them to the young one.