It was raining, hard. Maybe the rain would melt the snow. The shades had been opened in the addition since the temperatures had moderated some. There were birds at the feeders, a joyful sight, always. The tripod was set up and the Canon sx1 had been placed on the heat register to warm so it would turn on more quickly. Clean the windows? Nah. Then the chickadees, sparrows, finches and wrens scattered. It was the arrival of one higher on the pecking order that was the cause.
She would take a seed from the feeder, doing contortions to reach inside the squirrel quelling bars with her elegant ebony beak, then fly to the multi trunk silver maple to pound the seed against the bark to expose the luscious kernal inside. She moved up the tree to a favorite spot with a lichen doily with each seed procured. Click.
The actors in this story were played by themselves, Melanerpes carolinus, Red Bellied Woodpeckers, male and female and a young Turdus migratorius, American Robin. As to the dining habits of the zebra backed red caps, it appears that chivalry is indeed dead.