The Woodpecker

Normally, the thought of a woodpecker conjures up images of a smart colorful bird, pecking on a tree.  Not in this case.

Yesterday, I awoke to a woodpecker “drilling” on the gutters.  After several attempts of beating on our bedroom window and yelling “Hey, knock it off”, I decided sleep was not on my agenda for the day.

With one eye open, this morning, I stared at the clock.  It read 7:30 a.m.  I suppose he took the day off.  We will see what tomorrow brings.

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