Big Woodpecker
A jackhammer in a tree
He drummed there very powerfully
With it sounding everywhere
For the birders now aware
He was as big as a crow
And pecking there was quite a show
With his crest there erected
As each tree he inspected
He left woodchips beneath a tree
Where he excavated a cavity
And returned often to the site
Where chicks were kept all snug and tight
He drilled holes in trees grown old
And searched around the flaking mold
With the insects here and there
Under bark and everywhere
He used his long and sticky tongue
To capture there the juicy ones
The little insects in the tree
That he fed to family
He dipped slightly as he flew
In a way we all knew
On toward another wood
Where old timber proudly stood
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Author:
w c (
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Cool poem about an unbelievable bird haven't seen one in years used to see em down in Missouri . You' must have been watching them they sure can tear a hole in a tree and they dip when they fly ...
Hey WL! Yes, their numbers are down in certain places. As is usual, habitat destruction is the problem. They need the snags and old wood trees for them to flourish. Also, their call were once used in old tarzan movies. I always thought that was interesting! Anyway, thanks for your comment!
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