I’ve Been Thinking About Woodpeckers
On a recent Saturday morning I was in my back yard. Everything was quite and I heard the unmistakable sound of a woodpecker having breakfast. Now I’m sure everyone reading this has most likely had the opportunity at one time or another to watch a woodpecker eating. They’re obviously called woodpeckers for a reason. They peck on trees to get the bugs that live underneath the bark.
I stood there quietly and listened, trying to determine where the woodpecker was. I decided it was in one of the trees in my front yard. So I headed toward the front yard, looking up in the trees. Had this been a summer day when the trees are full of lush green leaves rather than an early spring day when the trees are still relatively leaf free, I probably would not have been able to find the illusive noisemaker. But as I made my way to the front yard it became more and more obvious to me which tree the bird was dining in.
I stood still, so as not to frighten the woodpecker away, with my head leaned back as far as my anatomy would allow, and finally spotted him near the very tip top of the tree. I watched him briefly and then went on inside my house thinking… I sure am glad that I don’t have to slam my head against a tree every single time I take a bite; though I suspect it would a great weight loss incentive.
I’ve Been Thinking About Woodpecker
On a recent Saturday morning I was in my back yard. Everything was quite and I heard the unmistakable sound of a woodpecker having breakfast. Now I’m sure everyone reading this has most likely had the opportunity at one time or another to watch a woodpecker eating. They’re obviously called woodpeckers for a reason. They peck on trees to get the bugs that live underneath the bark.
I stood there quietly and listened, trying to determine where the woodpecker was. I decided it was in one of the trees in my front yard. So I headed toward the front yard, looking up in the trees. Had this been a summer day when the trees are full of lush green leaves rather than an early spring day when the trees are still relatively leaf free, I probably would not have been able to find the illusive noisemaker. But as I made my way to the front yard it became more and more obvious to me which tree the bird was dining in.
I stood still, so as not to frighten the woodpecker away, with my head leaned back as far as my anatomy would allow, and finally spotted him near the very tip top of the tree. I watched him briefly and then went on inside my house thinking… I sure am glad that I don’t have to slam my head against a tree every single time I take a bite; though I suspect it would a great weight loss incentive.