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still warm to the touch
his last peck still echoing
we lay him to rest 🦊❤️
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from the hollow tree
a rat-tat-tat echos out
“there he is! see him?” 🦊❤️
The sound of woodpeckers pounding away at trees always causes us to stop, look and listen. We’ve come to love their sound, their look and their power. Yesterday we were sad to encounter a fallen woodpecker on our Sunday morning walk. It allowed us to pay respect to a creature we have really come to love as we laid him to rest. 🦊❤️