I was tired so I headed to bed an hour earlier than usual knowing full well it might mean waking up even earlier than usual.
And I was correct.
It was a quiet morning as one would expect at this early hour. An occasional car passes. The air is still and there is hardly any sounds at all.
Sitting with my coffee mug, I hear the sound. It is familiar to me as it drove me crazy one year. It is the sound of a woodpecker.
Instead of pecking at our house, he is now contentedly at work in the woods which border the back of our home. I can still hear the echo of his incessant pecking as he is quite persistent. I’m grateful for since our house has been resided, he has finally left us alone. But it is a loud and hollow sound.
Grabbing a second cup of coffee, I sat back down on the couch and listened. This time instead of hearing Woody at work, the sound of a beautiful lilt filled the air.
The happy song delighted my ears, and I began to wonder about the woodpecker. Paying attention, I noticed he is still there pecking away.
I sat for some time, sipping my coffee and listening to the sounds out back. As I focused on the sounds of one, the sound of the other was hardly heard at all. In fact, the sound of the annoying tapping was not even noticeable.
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