There. A flicker working on a hole.
I took my son there this morning after the rain had moved on, and as usual, the Anna's Hummingbird was singing and putting on show. Then a flicker showed up to work on his hole, at times disappearing inside almost completely. He was soon joined by a male Downy Woodpecker who hammered away on the next branch over.
We walked into the grove of conifers, past scattered flight feathers and other assorted fresh remains of a crow. In nearby cedars, the dicky birds were having fits--chickadees, nuthatch, kinglets, and robins. In their various voices they were yelling,"Owl!" (which would also explain the crow), but I couldn't see it. I kept repeating to my son, "There's got to be an owl in here somewhere..."
A woman spoke. She had come up behind us, walking her dog, and had been listening. She said, "Oh, there is an owl." She pointed it out. A very handsome, rather pale Great Horned, only about six feet up and twelve feet away, but well-hidden by the cedar boughs. Once made, the bird spooked and dragged the remaining, sizable crow population around the neighbourhood.
Another fling, flung further.
Two Bald Eagles circled, one adult, one juvenile, and eventually the crows returned in their hundreds to settle in the crowns of the firs. And the hummingbird kept on humming (and repeatedly performing territorial dives, too.)
All this in what until recently were private back yards in the centre of a city. Shows what can happen when you plant trees. Now, about the Garden City lands.....