There’s a PILEATED WOODPECKER hanging around the house. Bob thinks it’s the same one–a female–that’s been visiting him when he’s working in the woods. Just now (1:30 p.m.) she flew out of a nearby tree and made noises at me when I was walking toward the garden. She seems to be paying a lot of attention to both Bob and me. Her call sounds like a flicker’s. There seem to be a lot of birds on and near roads these days, and they don’t seem to move out of the way of cars very efficiently. I’ve hit two recently, and it makes me sad.