CRITTER NOTES—

A Hairy Woodpecker

Max and I were meandering through the near Arctic clarity of the southwest woods today when we were treated to the thumping of a busy woodpecker high in the Scotch Pines.

Soon, his movement revealed his location as he was very busy side-swiping a pesky piece of bark with the side of his bill. Then, it was back to his rhythmic rat-a-tat-tat.

Tell me; how would you like to have to beat your nose on the refrigerator door to earn your lunch?

--the Fogeyismer