I had forgotten that in our house on West Westwood Place, a woodpecker, who had signed up at ChristianDiddle.com, or at Matchmaker.siding, used to use our swamp cooler up on the roof as his drum to attract the attention of female hammerheads. I am not sure whether I am reminded of that by Anthony Wiener or by the fact that Gail sent me a tin peckerwood. Today I finally found both a hammer drill and a masonry bit, and I did my own advertising to the female population in the neighborhood. So far, I am ambiguous to report, I have had no responses to my stucco signals, but we do have a woodpecker at the front door. We have real flickers in the back yard, but they--a kind of ground woodpecker--spend their leisure hours trying to steal hummingbird nectar. We have created a kind of bird paradise here: there are unidentified small birds at the feeder, bullied by doves to kick seed out onto the ground, where the Gambel's quail also wait. Tiny Anna's hummingbirds hum a
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