"Love is not the dying moan of a distant violin, itís the triumphant twang of a bedspring."
S. J. Perelman
Today on my way to work, a woodpecker flew right in front of me. I've heard them many times, but that's the first time I've actually seen one. Very pretty bird.
Another favorite of mine
I love listening to their calls in the evening.
One does not simply ride their bike into Mordor! - electrik