I looked up and saw a miniature Native American chief in full dress walking on the edge of my deck.
Okay. Not. But, for a minute my imagination took me there. And what I really saw was almost as astonishing as what I imagined.
I have been reading the She Who Remembers book series by Linda Lay Shuler. She weaves an entrancing historical story about Native Americans.
I have been so engrossed in the series that when a pileated woodpecker decided to visit me in all its majesty, it fit right into the stories about these people who were bigger than life.
Del and I knew we had a family of pileated woodpeckers in our small woods. We heard them these last few years and caught glimpses of them once in awhile. But the day I looked up and saw a pileated woodpecker standing only about ten feet from me in all its beauty I felt as if I had been lifted into another reality.