away from the woods
thinking about tastier treasures—
the woodpecker
The sun was going down and I heard the unmistakable drilling sound, the rat-a-tat-tat rat-a-tat-tat of a wood pecker. Yet the sound was a little bit off, a little tinny. I quickly looked around, the way I always do, to catch a glimpse of the bird, but there were no trees. Then I heard its tchurring voice, so I stopped still and kept looking, just waiting, and then it flitted onto the roof and stayed there while I snapped a few pictures; then it flew off and away. It must have been trying to drill its way into the house!
