A hole in my knowledge

 When a tree falls in the forest, I suppose I should wonder whether it made a sound. But my mind doesn’t work that way. I wonder about the woodpecker hole.

The oak had fallen recently, and I hoped to find clues that might suggest what kind of bird or critter had been using the cavity.

If you made a list of the most common birds at our backyard feeders, you’d start with titmice, chickadees, nuthatches and wrens. All those birds nest in old woodpecker holes. I’m just now appreciating the role that woodpeckers play in providing housing opportunities in the Geogia Piedmont.

I looked for the hole until I found it. But I found nothing that would help identify the last tenant.

Much of what I see in the woods remains a mystery.