R is for Remember that Snake?
The snake in my stove?
Well, now we have the Woodpecker in the Bookshelf.
No, I'm not kidding.
Evidence part 1:
I came home yesterday evening, and as normal, checked on the pets, the house, where everyone was. And noticed that feather above (resting on some handspun alpaca, but that's another story) alone, on the stairs.
Of course, the lone Northern Red-shafted Flicker feather on the stairs is suspicious when you have cats and a doggie door. And yes, I knew it was a flicker feather from the moment I saw it. A flicker is a type of woodpecker for those of you who aren't into birds....
So...walked the whole house. No other sign of feathers or birds. Then, walking back around, happened to notice Clyde and Dory sitting in front of the tall bookcase staring intently at the crack between the bookcase and the wall.
Move the cats.
Get the flashlight.
I know it's a crap photo. But the poor guy was uninjured (apart from the loss of the single feather) and I didn't want to spook him (even more) by taking photos or messing around. But, it remains as evidence that yes, I had a woodpecker in my house.
So...tried to get him a few times. Was unsucessful. My main concern was that he looked fine, and I didn't want to hurt him or trap him to where he'd hurt himself. Eventually I called up my friends T & S who live just down the road to come help. They have lots of bird experience.
We got him out. He flew away! Just fine. Not a mark on him (or the cats to my surprise, his beak was pretty big).
Which all really leaves me wondering, what next?
Oh and HERE'S a better pic of one of these gorgeous birds.