In the morning after breakfast, Eric and I take a hike down the road towards Frank's cabin. Eric had learned the sound that woodpeckers make by spotting them during our daily "pond runs" at work and is sure that he hears a woodpecker up in the tree on the road in front of Frank's cabin. Upon closer examination we see that it's a little chickadee or something such. Sure did sound like those little woodpeckers though. Maybe they're distant cousins or sompthin'.