I am so very clever to have outwitted a cat, that surely no woodpecker control will work on my superior bird mind. Here I am, roosting just within the cat’s reach. I flaunt my amazing abilities directly in the feline face.
It began so innocently, before I was even aware a cat lived here. Woodpeckers, just like me, were searching for the most ideal place to nest and feast. Some stuck to the woods, more secure in the tried and true tree trunks. Some drummed high up off the ground, on building roofs, tentatively tapping on the very top of buildings to find a safe place to open up a hole and nest inside. But, me, I love adventure. I love a thrill. I love to see just how far I can go, and then go a little further. There is no woodpecker control where I am concerned. I just am, and everyone else must deal with it.
I flew right under a porch, testing out each support beam until I found one with a pleasing enough hollow sound. But, oh, so clever little me, I chose the perfect little spot to tear into right at the base of that beam. With a sharp eye out for any predators, I used my elegant and wonderfully sharp and hard beak to open up a tiny crack. Then, I peered inside to make sure my instincts were correct. Oh, yes, it was perfectly safe inside. With persistent tapping, I created a hole barely large enough to allow my little bird body inside. And, then, I crawled inside and explored my new home. Just as I thought, it was absolutely perfect for me. Dry, warm enough, with a small enough hole to protect me and my young ones from most tenacious predators. That is, if the predators were daring or even smart enough to pursue us, which I highly doubted. The genius of it was, I could build my nest up high enough inside to fully protect the little woodpeckers, and if any predator stuck a paw inside, I could just retreat even higher into the hollow beam, and stay completely safe.
That’s when I found out about the cat. It just makes me want to laugh. They thought that stupid feline was good at woodpecker control? Please. It took a day before it even discovered my presence. Even then, it was so confused about what to do with a bird that was so daring as to build the opening to its nest so close to the ground. For another half-day, all it could do was sniff around, and try to put its scent on the beam. As if that would make me leave. I felt so daring around this dumb animal that I would even stick my head out of the hole when it was right there, and it didn’t do a darn thing!
No, these humans are going to have to do better than a cat to get rid of me. Woodpecker control, indeed.