It was a cold day, with temperatures of -15 and a windchill of -27. Birds were active around feeders, seeking food. I was walking through the Ash Woods when I heard, from very close by, the rather maniacal laughing call of the pileated woodpecker. At first I couldn't see this bird because I was looking too high up in the trees, but eventually I saw at below eye level, clinging precariously, and oddly, to a very slender twig. I was sure it would break with her weight, but it didn't. She then flew off to the trunk of a pine where I managed this quick shot. At the base of another pine, a great pile of fresh wood shavings showed where she'd been previously working.