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.
