Ah, Spring. The daffodils are blooming in the front yard. The air feels fresh and new. A lucky mild sunny day here and there. A Woodpecker has become enamored with our house.
It must be love….day after day….hour after hour…passionate pecking. Tap tap tap. Tap tap tap. He’s truly the Don Juan of woodpeckers. His tenacity is admirable. Sounds charming, doesn’t it? It is amusing for ten minutes. Ten hours? Not so much. How do you convince a woodpecker his choice of our house as the most desirable in our neighborhood is ill-advised? How do you steer his amorous attentions elsewhere? And as a true romantic, should we stop the knocking on the heart of our home?