And yet...

And yet, as I stand outside with the new puppy, I realize I never knew we had a woodpecker living in our yard.  He's pretty, and tinier than I thought woodpeckers would be.  And I never noticed how much I like the clacking and banging of the old trees above.  My own Mirkwood, or maybe Fangorn, clacking and thrashing and whispering around our little glade...