Because I adore her and want to grow up to be her, I agreed to join Melisa’s NaBloPoMo game. (“Agreed” is a misnomer. I got called out.)
If you’re unfamiliar with NaBlo… hell, National Blog Posting Month, the gist is that you write every day of November, and post those musings either to your blog (if you are still driving around in those vintage vehicles – my blog(s) is 13) or some other online platform. That’s to keep you honest. Check out Melisa’s post for game rules.
My notebook (see what I did there?) is languishing unused and has been for a while. I can’t blame ‘Rona on the neglect. So, maybe by going all old school, I can get back into some kind of routine. I am home pretty much 24/7 what else is there to do? Clean house?
I have lots I can write about. There really is no excuse.
This inaugural post will be devoted to my woodpecker haven, or if you were to ask my neighbors, that ugly, dead tree trunk in my front yard that sheds limbs like a zombie horde .
The poor thing has been slowing dying for, let’s be honest, years. At first it was just a small, random limb or two lost during storms (I do live in a hurricane prone area). Then, larger limbs, limbs you could hear thud when the it dug up the ground, rattling windows, and splintering and showering debris across property lines.
All the while this tree has been zombifying, birds have been taking advantage of the nesting material… small twigs, dry leaves, bark. Once it was striped clean of that, and thick, thigh-sized limbs (pun intended) sloughed off, the woodpeckers moved in.
I love woodpeckers. What’s not to love. Seriously, birds that slam their heads into hard, wooden objects for food and fun?
As more access to the interior of the tree came available, the worm hunting got exponentially easier for them with a ready made farm. The woodpeckers stopped hammering at the siding of my house, particularly the chimney box with the metal cap, and began chipping away at the zombie tree.
They have riddle it with precise holes across the whole bole, in an almost artistic way. They’ve even started nesting in it.
I do not want to cut it down. I think it’s beautiful. A natural masterpiece.
And it appears, the woodpeckers are grateful.