https://community.usa.canon.com/t5/Share-Your-Photos/The-Acorn-Woodpecker/m-p/593591#M10781 <P><span class="lia-inline-image-display-wrapper lia-image-align-inline" image-alt="Acorn Woodpecker R5 Mark II &amp; RF200-800mm F6.3-9 IS USM" style="width: 999px;"><img src="https://community.usa.canon.com/t5/image/serverpage/image-id/74948i5E2E1CD663668C90/image-size/large?v=v2&amp;px=999" role="button" title="408A9456@0.75x.jpg" alt="Acorn Woodpecker R5 Mark II &amp; RF200-800mm F6.3-9 IS USM" /><span class="lia-inline-image-caption" onclick="event.preventDefault();">Acorn Woodpecker R5 Mark II &amp; RF200-800mm F6.3-9 IS USM</span></span></P> <P>Upon a branch of modest size sat one bold bird with shifty eyes, He puffed his chest, declared, "Behold, this tree is mine, both branch and bole."&nbsp; He tapped the bark with rhythmic flair, a drummer with absolutely zero care.&nbsp; Each knock proclaimed, "I run this place.&nbsp; Respect the stash. Respect my space."&nbsp; His acorns?&nbsp; Countless.&nbsp; Hidden well.&nbsp; A hoarder's dream, a squirrel's pure hell.&nbsp; He guards them all with warriors pride, a tiny landlord with nuts inside.&nbsp; And if you pass beneath his throne, he'll glare as if to say, "My zone."&nbsp; For on that branch, in sunlight slick, he rules the woods with every click.</P> <P>&nbsp;</P> Thu, 23 Apr 2026 00:01:05 GMT JFG 2026-04-23T00:01:05Z https://community.usa.canon.com/t5/Share-Your-Photos/The-Acorn-Woodpecker/m-p/593591#M10781 <P><span class="lia-inline-image-display-wrapper lia-image-align-inline" image-alt="Acorn Woodpecker R5 Mark II &amp; RF200-800mm F6.3-9 IS USM" style="width: 999px;"><img src="https://community.usa.canon.com/t5/image/serverpage/image-id/74948i5E2E1CD663668C90/image-size/large?v=v2&amp;px=999" role="button" title="408A9456@0.75x.jpg" alt="Acorn Woodpecker R5 Mark II &amp; RF200-800mm F6.3-9 IS USM" /><span class="lia-inline-image-caption" onclick="event.preventDefault();">Acorn Woodpecker R5 Mark II &amp; RF200-800mm F6.3-9 IS USM</span></span></P> <P>Upon a branch of modest size sat one bold bird with shifty eyes, He puffed his chest, declared, "Behold, this tree is mine, both branch and bole."&nbsp; He tapped the bark with rhythmic flair, a drummer with absolutely zero care.&nbsp; Each knock proclaimed, "I run this place.&nbsp; Respect the stash. Respect my space."&nbsp; His acorns?&nbsp; Countless.&nbsp; Hidden well.&nbsp; A hoarder's dream, a squirrel's pure hell.&nbsp; He guards them all with warriors pride, a tiny landlord with nuts inside.&nbsp; And if you pass beneath his throne, he'll glare as if to say, "My zone."&nbsp; For on that branch, in sunlight slick, he rules the woods with every click.</P> <P>&nbsp;</P> Thu, 23 Apr 2026 00:01:05 GMT https://community.usa.canon.com/t5/Share-Your-Photos/The-Acorn-Woodpecker/m-p/593591#M10781 JFG 2026-04-23T00:01:05Z