Conspicuously Black and White 



Yellow-bellied Woodpecker 



(Sphyrapicus varius) Woodpecker family 



Called also: THE SAPSUCKER 



Length—^ to 8.6 inches. About one-fifth smaller than the robin. 

 Male — Black, white, and yellowish white above, with bright-red 



crown, chin, and throat. Breast black, in form of crescent. 



A yellowish-white line, beginning at bill and passing below 



eye, merges into the pale yellow of the bird underneath. 



Wings spotted with white, and coverts chiefly white. Tail 



black; white on middle of feathers. 

 Female — Paler, and with head and throat white. 

 Range — Eastern North America, from Labrador to Central America. 

 Migrations — April. October. Resident north of Massachusetts. 



Most common in autumn. 



It is sad to record that this exquisitely marked woodpecker, 

 the most jovial and boisterous of its family, is one of the very 

 few bird visitors whose intimacy should be discouraged. For its 

 useful appetite for slugs and insects which it can take on the 

 wing with wonderful dexterity, it need not be wholly con- 

 demned. But as we look upon a favorite maple or fruit tree 

 devitalized or perhaps wholly dead from its ravages, we cannot 

 forget that this bird, while a most abstemious fruit-eater, has a 

 pernicious and most intemperate thirst for sap. Indeed, it spends 

 much of its time in the orchard, drilling holes into the freshest, 

 most vigorous trees ; then, when their sap begins to flow, it 

 siphons it into an insatiable throat, stopping in its orgie only 

 long enough to snap at the insects that have been attracted to 

 the wounded tree by the streams of its heart-blood now trickling 

 down its sides. Another favorite pastime is to strip the bark off 

 a tree, then peck at the soft wood underneath — almost as fatal a 

 habit. It drills holes in maples in early spring for sap only. If it 

 drills holes in fruit trees it is for the cambium layer, a soft, pulpy, 

 nutritious under-bark. 



These woodpeckers have a variety of call-notes, but their 

 rapid drumming against the limbs and trunks of trees is the 

 sound we always associate with them and the sound that Mr. 

 Bicknell says is the love-note of the family. 



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