A nice light- hearted approach to the prompt. I see one once in awhile in my back yard. Interesting to watch but yes, not the best alarm clock to wake up to.
Hah! You have me smiling with this one! Good question…..my guess would be that woodpeckers get giant head aches! Perhaps we should pitch this image and idea for a commercial for Advil??? 🙂
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Christine Bolton
February 2, 2019 at 9:52 am
I live that idea! Very funny 🙂
Thanks for reading Lillian
This was wonderful Christine. I love woodpeckers. When we lived in the Cascade foothills of Oregon, the big red crested Pileated’s were always pecking at the giant old-growth conifers that surrounded our house. And always seemed they were in pairs. I enjoyed reading this and the phito was great! I got inspired by Frank’s rubaiyat thing and posted two – one dark, one light. Both of mine follow Frost’s 8-syllable line format.
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Christine Bolton
February 2, 2019 at 7:46 am
Thanks Rob! Yes, they are fascinating birds and always fun to hear them drilling. Although not at 6 am 😑 I’ll check out your poems now. 💕☺️
A nice light- hearted approach to the prompt. I see one once in awhile in my back yard. Interesting to watch but yes, not the best alarm clock to wake up to.
Thanks Mish. I really appreciate it. 🙂
Love it! 🙂
Thanks so much Bette 💕
Fun piece… mr Woody can be quit a nuisance I think
Thank you 🙂
Hah! You have me smiling with this one! Good question…..my guess would be that woodpeckers get giant head aches! Perhaps we should pitch this image and idea for a commercial for Advil??? 🙂
I live that idea! Very funny 🙂
Thanks for reading Lillian
Beautiful! I watch them gather in my tree every morning. In addition to the Gila woodpeckers, I am also seeing Northern Flickers.
How beautiful! You are lucky 👍💕
Yes, truly blessed. 🙂
Fun poem, Christine. Woodpeckers are amazing. A wonder how they keep their head on.
Yes, amazing little creatures. 💕🙂 Thanks Jordy
This was wonderful Christine. I love woodpeckers. When we lived in the Cascade foothills of Oregon, the big red crested Pileated’s were always pecking at the giant old-growth conifers that surrounded our house. And always seemed they were in pairs. I enjoyed reading this and the phito was great! I got inspired by Frank’s rubaiyat thing and posted two – one dark, one light. Both of mine follow Frost’s 8-syllable line format.
Thanks Rob! Yes, they are fascinating birds and always fun to hear them drilling. Although not at 6 am 😑 I’ll check out your poems now. 💕☺️
I’ve wondered the same thing about those woodpeckers that I’ve encountered: “It’s a wonder his head doesn’t ache”
I think Nature took care of their anatomy so that doesn’t happen 🙂 Lol
I enjoyed this poem and the questions you raised. You would think worms would be more easily accessable!
I think they drill for insects 🙂 I guess they they don’t dig for earth worms.
Yes, and the sapsuckers drill to drain sap out of the tree to drink!
Amazing isn’t it? 🙂
It is a tough job for Woody. Love the sounds that they make though.
Yes! They sound like machinery 🙂 I find it amazing!
Love your subject matter. You have worked well with this form
Thanks V.J. It was a light hearted attempt 🙂
We all have to start somewhere….
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pretty subject, love the woodpeckers tenacity and your rhyming was lovely!
Thanks dear friend 🙂💕 I really love their wake up call.
Woody is quite the character isn’t he. Nice job, Christine!
Thanks Lisa. I noticed many responding to the challenge used birds as their muse, so I did too! 🙂