Macular Degeneration: In the Eye of the Beholder
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I hear the wild laugh of the pileated woodpecker. I turn off the Mixmaster and peer out the kitchen window. She lands on my suet feeder and pecks away, pieces of suet flying, as she ratchets the frozen tallow. This is a mature female. She does not have the red stripe from her bill back to the throat and her crest is perfectly coifed -- not the immature feathers that stick up on a juvenile like the hair of a teenage boy. I was putting together my mother's recipe for refrigerator cookies, but … [Read more...]
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