Big, they’re not. Active, they are.
The downy woodpeckers in Myrtle Beach are much like the ones I see at home, although the second-floor balcony gives me a better vantage point here.
This little guy spent a fair bit of time checking out a hole in the tree trunk so I had lots of time to get photos. Most of them had him in motion faster than my shutter speed . . .
. . . or with his head still, but buried in said hole.
Just one showed him in a rare moment of rest with his head visible. Just one is all I need.