Birdland's Architect,
the woodpecker.
A neat, almost perfect hole.
The work was painstaking.
Exhausted parents clung and jackhammered from first light to dark, sprinkling sawdust below.
Then quiet.
Parents flew in and out, in and out.
Finally a peep, peep, peep from the hollow spot.
Tireless parents dash back and forth, back and forth with leggy food caught in their beaks and stuffed into the hole, from dawn to dusk...calling here and there in the tree tops, eagle eyed for danger...that gardener for instance, and those low down, no account starlings. The gardener took care of those guys with a handy tennis ball.
And now the pièce de résistance:
A bit of a red feather head, a healthy boy, ready to fly the coop, or hollow.
Spring 2008 in all it's glory!
Baby Woodpecker
Tom Harris
1 comment:
That is tooooooooooo cooooooooool!!!!
I want to take a peek inside that hole - how many birdies live there?
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