The Pileated Woodpecker Morning The sound blasting through the near sunrise morning was like that of a staccato drilling machine, one would imagine coming from a pneumatic wooden hammer slamming into the thud of wood-on-wood. “Thrud-d-d-d-d-d-d-d  Thrud-d-d-d-d-d-d-d   Thrud-d-d-d-d-d-d-d.”  Pause, then repeat again. Several times. Then a longer pause. Only to start again, repeating the cycle. … More Pileated Woodpecker Morning