When I lived in Highgate, North London, February was a terrible time and all because of the Great Spotted Woodpecker. From around five in the morning, it would start drumming in a tree not far from my bedroom window and my, what a row! It woke me every day and the rapid drilling noise would assault my ears and set me issuing all kinds of curses.
I can hear one now in Hillingdon, drumming away in the distance, announcing its presence in the hope of attracting a mate, and establishing a territory. Fortunately it has chosen the trees in the field at the bottom of our long garden and not, thank goodness, the one directly outside my bedroom window!
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