We have a demented woodpecker that’s been in love with my parents chimney for yeeeeeeears. He’s bound and determined, year after year, to make his home in “the warm tree”. He tries for about 8 months, then I think the idea strikes him to go get laid, and he leaves, then returns. He’s actually managed to create almost half a centimeter sized divot over the past 5 years. Which is impressive. Considering it’s effing heavy duty -almost pipe thick- metal. It’s not cast iron, but something similar / more sturdy. And his beak is still beak shaped.
He’s certainly not the only flicker that’s TRIED to create a home in the chimney, but most give up after a few days. Not him.
So I’m woken up in the middle of the night (which is not when these birds do their thing) by almost -but not exactly- the same noise.
Giant. Freaking. Red. Xmas. Bow.
That’s been blown off someone’s house in the lovely little bit of weather we’re having. Whose wire has gotten wrapped around one of the post thingmys. And is now ringing the chimney like a bell like a demented woodpecker.
Yeah. It’s a touch windy out.