A flicker was angrily keering and flapping around the woodlot. I expected it was angry at a raptor of some sort, but it was the one above that had it irked, the one who would not sit still long enough for a photo.
This one. This was the best of about 40 shots I took, chasing it from tree to tree. It was a dark day and a dark woodlot, and shutter speeds were slow, slower than the swing of a woodpecker's head. Yet I clicked, again and again, until I had to run. I still get very excited about Pileated Woodpeckers.