What can I say? Friday came and went in a blur, just like the red-bellied woodpecker who inspired this poem!
flashing his red cap,
forest archeologist
drills for hidden grubs
© Catherine Flynn, 2017
What can I say? Friday came and went in a blur, just like the red-bellied woodpecker who inspired this poem!
flashing his red cap,
forest archeologist
drills for hidden grubs
© Catherine Flynn, 2017
Reading to the Core 
The red-bellied woodpeckers come to our suet feeders regularly. They’re beautiful! Your haiku will now have me thinking of them as avian archaeologists. Fun!
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Nicely done! And never too late!! Woodpeckers sure are diligent!
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If it produced such a wonderful image, I’m glad you waited! “forest archaeologist” is just perfect!
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I love that forest archaeologist!
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I love your “red cap” archeologist, he was worth waiting for. And I feel the same way about the month of December, how did it get to be the 16th? Thanks Catherine.
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I love seeing the woodpeckers here in spring. Great word choice: archaeologist.
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Woodpeckers were a new-to-me species when I moved to Ohio. They still thrill me when I see them at the feeder or on the trees in our neighborhood. I love tracking them to their tree trunk by their rat-a-tat-tat. (Hmm…I think I just wrote my #haikuforhealing for today!)
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What a beautiful bird…and just the poem to do it justice, Catherine!
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love that bird! we are all catching our breaths….just wait until the end of the week. it will feel so good.
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I’m in with forest archaeologists! I saw my first woodpecker up close at my daughter’s house in Reston. He wants to eat the food for the smaller birds. Dig-Dig-Dig! Happy Holidays, Catherine.
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