Wood Peckers have been showing up in my collages and drawings lately. I'm not sure why. I know I love the sound they make. It is a mystery how they can tap at the wood that fast. Also it seems a miracle that their head and neck can take that kind of a beating with out any ill effects. The other day I was in the woods with most of my kids and a little neighbor girl, We were in the process of making a bridge across a stream with logs, branches, and wooden pallets when I picked up a log out of the mud that had several holes in it from a woodpecker.
The wood pecker holes made this old portion of a dead tree into something beautiful. Perhaps there is something holy about the things that animals have made like bird nests and empty walnut shells left with the teeth marks of a squirrel. I also like the tracks of raccons in the mud along a creek. I like the reminders of the lives of the animals that goes right on in a wild world parallel to our tame world of thermostats and refrigerators.