Out on the mudflat, mulling over mudthings. The tide is about to turn. Hitch up your pants and head for the beach.
Are they driving you nuts????=)
We had a drumming flicker at an old farm house in Downers Grove, Illinois. It rattled the roof gutter early in the morning. Youngest daughter, three years, would wake up crying. We told her it was a special visitor, saying good morning just to her. After that she stopped crying. Luckily the house wasn't ours.Someone down here told me he had to shoot 120 acorn woodpeckers before they stopped hammering his house. Good luck.
Eric: Does it show?CTC: One would hope the common Borg-brain of the acorns would be a little sharper than that. And there's gotta be a special place in hell for someone who would shoot 120 of them. Maybe his house just sounded good.
"So knock it off!"That's what he's trying to do!
Reminds me of the red-bellied that wakes us up around May/June with pounding on our rain gutters. At least they are metal.
Flickers used to tap on the metal roof at my mom's in the spring...I'm guessing to communicate or something. Up here, they peck holes in the side of my house...I just caulk them as they occur. I could NEVER shoot them! (Plus it's um, illegal.)
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