This dapper little Downy Woodpecker pulled up beside me the other day, and I mean right beside me. I could have easily reached over and scratched him on the head! There was something oddly familiar about this bird, the way he looked at me with that little gleam in his eye and puffed up feathers on top of his head. I’ve seen this before, but where? Ahhh… my old parakeet used to look at me like this right before he puffed up his head feathers and leaned in for a little scratch. That must be the universal language for I would like you to scratch my head right there please.