I've been stalking the idiot woodpecker intent on destroying our deck for two days. He wakes us with the sounds of the apocalypse. It seriously sounds like a jackhammer. I do believe he thinks he can fell the odd human structure or even build a nice peaceful nest where three people spend almost every evening in the summer, armed with charcoal grills and bug candles, and who will not tolerate woodpecker poop near our foodstuffs.
Despite four windows wide open facing the deck, I can't find the little fucker.
Stay tuned.
