It’s that time of year again.  The woodpeckers arrive and attempt to drill holes in the cedar trim of our house.

The noise is really something, so several times a day Banjo Man and I open the back door or front door and yell, “Hey!  Get out of here!”

It’s good we live in the woods and no one can hear us but the woodpeckers.  Not that they care, really.  We’ll get a couple of hours of peace and then the noise–both the woodpeckers and ours– begins again.

I’ve read that installing something shiny might help, but neither my husband or I will be getting on a ladder to staple aluminum foil 15 feet high.

So we yell.   And wait for winter.