We were eating dinner and saw him (Mr. Flicker) again, busily flinging more pine shavings out of his birdhouse. Later he was sitting proudly inside, making himself comfortable. He didn't seem to mind us watching this time.
It's great to see the awe on the kid's faces when they see this bird. Rees even went out later with the binoculars to inspect the black birds that had gathered together in the cottonwood across the field. Silhouetted against the sky, they puffed up in turn like bellows as they called their shrill calls.