Ladies and gentlemen… here he is, fresh from Hollywood, just as raucous, cheeky and impudent as ever… your favorite and mine, Woody Woodpecker! It is very hot and sunny in Muskoka. Confused birch trees are gently dropping their small brown leaves in the still air. Not a breath of wind disturbs the bees as they gather the last of clover nectar. All is tranquil until Woody appears on the scene. With a series of screeches he flaps around the property, examining the bark of various trees. After a few half-hearted pecks he immerses himself in the leaves and branches of a choke cherry tree and makes a feast of the ripe fruit. He hangs upside down, his red poll conspicuous in the leaves. With a squawk he flies off to the next fruit tree, cackling as he goes,. He flies very low from one tree to another so that I sometimes get the impression he is dive bombing me. The white underside of his wings make a show as he flaps around from one tree to another.
I always loved cartoon Woody Woodpecker for his naughty ways and loud voice. Well, here he is in the flesh and feathers! He hung out in our back lot all afternoon and probably went off to scare up a little feminine companionship with his cackling laugh and pesky ways. Never a dull moment with Woody!