Tenacious Woodpecker

It’s been a rough week. I’ve been under a lot of stress and as a result I’ve really, well, just haven’t been myself lately. Things got to the point of impacting my health, and that was my queue to breathe.

While I was recuperating from that mess and gathering my scattered thoughts, we had a few storms blow through down here. It’s amazing what a good thunderstorm will do for the soul. I could always just sit at my window, close my eyes, and listen to the storm blow through. I find it very calming.

Evidently, one of these storms came through while we were sleeping last week. My husband woke up to a huge limb on the ground in our back yard.

I didn’t know at the time, but he’d asked our teenboy to take the saw to it and haul it to the curb for Friday’s pick-up.

Friday morning rolls around and I look in the back yard. The limb is still there. The limb is news to me (as I mentioned earlier, I’ve been a bit out of it and not quite myself). So I ask about this limb in the back yard. Before my husband can answer, the boy says, “Oh, yeah. I forgot about that. A woodpecker knocked that down earlier this week. I was supposed to clear that away.” I looked at my teenboy, then looked at the damage outside. A woodpecker? Was he being serious? This is how the conversation went from there:

Me: “A woodpecker?”

Teenboy: “Yes.”

Me: “Damn…. That must be some tenacious woodpecker.”

Teenboy: “Um… well, maybe it was the storm… You’re going to blog about this, aren’t you?”

Me: “Yep. With pictures.”

I give you the Tenacious Woodpecker, in his natural habitat:

   Woodpecker…  :: snorfle ::