CALL ME SNAKE

That woodpecker I wrote about a week or two ago is back. I’ve heard it for days but could not find it in our tree. Part of the problem is that my neck has been bad for the past couple of weeks, probably from playing handball. Or maybe it got bad from sleeping in an odd position and I notice it in handball because you need to move your head around a lot to follow the ball. Of course, I don’t need to tell you this after all that’s been said here about handball.

But getting back to that woodpecker. Our tree is very high and I had a hard time spotting him (is assuming it’s as he GENDER BIAS?) until this afternoon when my youngest daughter came back from school. This time I was able to follow the sound up our giant tree and finally see that guy going at our tree like a, uh, well like a woodpecker I guess. It’s nice to see some real nature at play (or work) in our backyard because most of what get in that regard is squirrels and the occasional skunk, raccoon, andopossum. In terms of wildlife, I’d call a woodpecker a step up. And given how tall our tree is, it’s actually a big step up.