A few moments ago, fed up with a female downy woodpecker at work on my house just outside my office window, I got up, went to the window, and stared at it, inches away, as it drilled. Its terribly black eyes suddenly locked on to me; and, just as suddenly, it went flying.
Now, finally, it’s quiet around here.
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UD pecked about in vain for a good poem, image, whatever, to accompany this post.
James, a reader, found one.
UD is grateful.
September 28th, 2011 at 8:10PM
UD, instead of a good poem, I think you need a good exterminator. A woodpecker pecks where she thinks there are bugs. My first suspicion, based on personal experience, would be carpenter bees in the siding or windowsill. If you see a small perfectly round hole, that’s what you have.
September 28th, 2011 at 9:10PM
Polish Peter: You’re right. We do have an exterminator, though. Maybe we need a better one.