What I wanted to tell you is that when I'm at work and I go out to the parking lot to smoke, I see lots of birds and small animals. To either perk my sleeping brain up or give it something silly to think about, I'll anthropomorphize the wee beasties that linger. If you read my blog about the Florida woodpeckers, you'll remember Winston and Phyllis. About a week ago, I heard a woodpecker cheeping by the building. He was perched on the ledge below the hole that held the original nest. He was looking up towards the hole, chattering. He then flew up to the hole and stuck his head inside. I decided he was the couple's son, Dennis. He'd come home to borrow money and was dismayed that mom & dad had moved, leaving no forwarding address! (If you don't have or had teenagers, you won't find this as amusing as I do.) Dennis' cries were very plaintive when he flew back down to a nearby tree. He must have accepted his fate to be broke because I haven't seen him since.
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