The rat- a –tat- tatting noise echos through the woods. It sounds like something is being attacked.
Someone is looking for a new home.
The woodchips fall to the forest floor.
This tree is at the end of our short driveway…luckily the old piss popple tree (Aspen) is leaning away from the road…and the wind is hardly ever from the east.
This is the culprit and we are feeding him. He is a male Pileated Woodpecker. The bird book says “His diggings oval to oblong holes, indicated his presence.”
That and his rat- a- tat- tatting. FYI usually they will not bother a healthy tree…just ones that have bugs and are dying anyway.
Mason and I are watching this tree. Mason ( Great nephew) is our resident lumberjack or lumberMason he lives next door.