If there was ever an animal that needed a publicist, it would be the yellow-bellied sapsucker, whose name is basically a string of insults. That said, the name is apt in a descriptive sense -- though the females, of which this is one, aren't quite so yellow-bellied, and in Somerville at least, neither males nor females are doing much sap-sucking. Here they're only coming or going, and as such, I've only ever seen them in March or October.
A similar thing can be said of the Eastern phoebe. They do well around people generally, but I guess Somerville is just a bit too much for them. We only catch the transients, and rarely at that.
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