By Lorry Myers
The sun was barely up when it started. The sound was faint, but it was there, I could hear it. Finally, I thankfully determined the annoying noise I was hearing wasn’t my plumbing or my appliances or my furnace falling part.
I was grateful for that.
There it was again, a repetitive sound that would start and stop, start and stop. I would hear it coming from the front of the house, the side of the house and then in the back yard. I would stand at the window and peer out trying to find the source and suddenly, the aggravating pinging sound would stop.
Then, it would start all over again.
By the end of the morning, my teeth were aching from the constant drilling sound, as if I had spent the morning in a dentist’s chair. The noise would rise and fall and then pause long enough to begin again.
What was it?
I was sitting on my screened in porch when the sound started again. It was loud and annoying and I was over it. That’s when I saw the Red-headed Woodpecker that was perched on the side of my old oak tree, pecking away. I don’t know if the bird was a male or female, I just knew that my husband did not like Woodpeckers. He said they would ruin the trim on your house and wreak havoc on your trees.
Randy was not a Woodpecker fan.
Maybe they are useful birds. Maybe Woodpeckers eat mosquitos in your yard and the grubs in the lawn. Maybe this Woodpecker is much more than a red head with a bad habit.
Still, I don’t think I like him.
I loudly clapped my hands and the Woodpecker flew off. Just when I was beginning to forget all about Woodpeckers, I heard a familiar pecking noise off in the distance, in someone else’s trees.
Someone else’s problem.
But soon, the bird was back. He spent time pecking on my windblown pine tree. Then he moved on to my favorite maple and then back to the giant oak. Each time I chased him off and each time he came back.
This was a tough old bird.
For the complete article, see this week’s edition of the Centralia Fireside Guard.