We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
They say that our Flicker numbers are decreasing, but we have tons of them around here. A couple of years ago, we had two young dumb ones decided to plunge down our chimney, and it was tough catching them and putting them outside. Sharp beaks.
I heard one calling this morning. "Flicka flicka flicka." They migrate, unlike most woodpeckers, but these guys do more pecking in the earth than they do in trees. They love to eat ants, and suburbia doesn't seem to bother them.
I grew up in kind of a woodsy area and you could usually hear a red-topped woodpecker somewhere in the distance. It's a funny sound in a way; natural but mechanical. Probably about the closest nature gets to a manmade sound.
Male with black or red mustache stripe. Female without mustache stripe
As it should be.
Although it can climb up the trunks of trees and hammer on wood like other woodpeckers
It's a shame they can't fly, isn't it? Must provide a lot of fun for the farm cats. Like mice, but fluffier.