This dirty little devil, who made me lose sleep last year, is at it again:
Peck, peck, pecking on the metal gutters RIGHT OUTSIDE THE HEAD OF OUR BED!
And, at 5am, nonetheless.
This means war. *rips sleeve off, ties it around head, smears dirt on face, hides in bushes*
Watch yer back lil' wooderpecker dude. I'm out for blood...
(In other news...this reminds me of a little jingle my baby bros were taught by a family friend:
"Woodpecker pecked on a school house door,
He pecked and he pecked 'til his pecker was sore.
Woodpecker pecked on a school house bell,
He pecked and he pecked 'til his pecker was well!"
Ha! Go teach that one to your kids. Okay, maybe don't.)