I have always been sensitive to loud and repetitive sounds, my ears aren’t sensitive or anything, they just drive me up the wall. Pen clicking, slurping, tapping, you name it and I probably can’t stand it. Now I don’t know what I did to earn this kind of karma, but I have a woodpecker problem. And it doesn’t appear to be just one woodpecker, either, actually it’s a nest of them. If I had known about the problem sooner, it would never have gotten to this point.
I know what you’re thinking, “If sound bothers you that much, how in the world does a woodpecker pecking at your house slip past you?” I went to stay with my parents in Minnesota for two week to both celebrate Christmas and get some skiing in for the year. Trust me, I found out about the woodpecker the day I got back. I was putting in a load of laundry when I first heard the drumming on the outside wall of my house. No sound has ever made me as frustrated as that sound did; it pierced my soul and I felt every tap beat along with my pulse. It was nauseating. I grabbed my headphones, put on some white noise, and went outside to find the culprit.
There, on the corner of the second story, I could see a hole and a few feet to the right was the woodpecker himself, working on another. I climbed up on a ladder to stuff the hole with an old shirt but I discovered a nest inside, and inside of the nest were four ugly, pink babies. I can NOT live my entire life in a house with a woodpecker problem, surviving the next couple of weeks until the baby birds are big enough to leave the nest and I can hire someone to help get the other one to leave. Wish me luck!