While it seems to be the trend in both politics and wildlife that the larger and/or more vocal bird or idiot receives the most initial attention, it’s usually the little, quiet one that sticks close to home, is there when you expect them to be and gets those things done that really matter. I guess you’d call that long term satisfaction.
No doubt this colorful, Pilieated bird can be heard a quarter mile away and when it sets its mind to a task can make the chips fly. However, if it doesn’t get it’s way there’s a big ruckus and a lot of noise after which it flies off to distant tree tops. Considering that period when the great bird was missing most of the time, I’m guessing it likely was in Iowa along with some other colorful, noise makers.
On the other hand, this Downy guy and his cohorts have been persistently making their presence known every day. Quietly slipping in during the first light, they tend to business first and get the job done. After a busy day, a moment of solitude and relaxation in the afternoon sun seems to top the day off for them. No noise. No fuss. They’re just there to do what needs doing. With that kind of dedication, I guess I’ll be satisfied with the little guys with that mark of distinction.