Until recently I had not seen a cat bird. While walking in my usual haunts, I was sure I could hear a cat in the bushes. I looked all around and did not see any cat, but found this very grey bird sitting on the post. It was in full "meow" mode.
He is a young Hairy Woodpecker, learning how to fend for himself, being taught by Dad. Dad is perched on the suet feeder, going to show little one how to eat by himself. Harry is very nervous, nearly falls of the swinging feeder. Dad is on the way to the rescue, brings food. "Now when I touch your beak, open it! There, by George, I think you've got it!"