I’m trying to sleep after my last graveyard shift this morning. Around noon, the sound of rapid fire explosions were penetrating my brain. It only took me about 30 seconds to figure out that it was really loud knocking, right outside of my bedroom wall. It wasn’t much longer than that, I finally pulled my wits together and decided I had a woodpecker just outside, going to work on my house. I got up, walked out onto my bedroom balcony, to see a huge woodpecker flying to the nearest tree. He was now staring at me with a “yeah, I was digging a hole in your house, what of it?” look. I gave him an obscene gesture, then went back to bed.
I must have bugs in my walls. Woodpeckers don’t poke at your wall for no real reason, they generally have an agenda. I’ll have to look into that. In the meantime, I will start collecting old CDs so I can hang a mobile. Apparently woodpeckers don’t like shiny mobiles blowing in the wind. Or they know AOL is the devils work and you must maintain a safe distance.