Heh-heh-heh-HEH-heh, indeed
Normally I like a little quiet time when I first wake up, get my morning coffee and fire up the old computer. This morning my quiet was assaulted by the drilling of a woodpecker. It sounded like the danged thing was boring into my outside wall except I know they really prefer trees to brick dwellings. I mean it was loud and obnoxious and really pretty funny. Its hammering was so noisy that I felt as if I had been trapped inside some 50s Woody Woodpecker cartoon. Just about the time I decided to grab my binoculars and go take a look at this disturber of peace, it stopped.
I’m hoping that the woodpecker does not do that anymore. I don’t mind sharing the neighborhood with it. I like woodpeckers. As far as I know, they like me, or at the very least have never attacked me like a mockingbird appeared to do the other day.
I was out for my morning walk and this mockingbird dove at me like it was going bomb me or perhaps peck out my eyeballs. It made at least two runs at me. I thought: “This can’t be good.” Then it flew away just as quickly as it had flown toward me. I’m glad it was just one and not a skyfull like in the 1963 Alfred Hitchcock film, “The Birds.”
I just never know what is going to happen. I hope some kitten doesn’t decide to take me out.