I was again woken at an earlier hour than I care to be by his annoying pecking on my house. Except this time I was able to get a quick glance at him. I opened the back door and would you know that bird didn't immediately fly off. Instead he turned its head and actually looked at me--face to face, eye to eye. I swear he did it just to let me know he was still around. I think I even saw him stick his tongue at me (I think that's bird language for "flipping the bird"). And if looks could speak, I felt like I had just been "given the bird" by his. He showed no fear.
After seeing what he looked like, I realized I had a "hit" on the wrong bird. So if you happen to have taken out this bird:
Wrong bird. Instead he looks more like this one:
This bird has a brown head instead of red like his infamous cousin. I don't know the name of this bird or how many there are. And at this point, I don't care. He had his warning but didn't heed to it.
However, the first bird may still be around and is now in disguise with an alias. In that case, the 2 above pictures will be useful when searching.
So again, I am putting out another hit on the woodpecker. Open season, my friends.
Until next time, keep your eyes open, HB
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