I started the day looking for some sort of homage to spring… and ended up with this. The first line is from a Mary Oliver poem (apologies) - or at least the internet attributes it in some circles to her work - but from there it took on a Harts Pass life of it’s own. If you are a homeowner (or any kind of Cascadian wildlife) the sound of a flicker “pounding” on your roof in search of bugs is definitely NOT a hopeful sound of spring. Thankfully, it is usually short-lived as they move on to other sources once the rest of the insect world is a little more abundant.
Anyway, the constant drumbeat of the news cycle these days is pretty darn hard to escape… kind of like the flicker. One thing leads to another. With any luck the concentration of prey will disperse and the persistently destructive efforts of the hunter will lessen and fade over time. I suspect they shall, but it never hurst to throw few rocks in the direction of the noise and to make an effort to scare the pesky pecker back into hiding.
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