We've been working too hard. In the last couple of days, I've been pruning rhododendrons and rose bushes, cutting down volunteer Oregon grapes, and raking, raking, raking . . . Laurie went out and bought more soil, and several pots of ferns, then cut down a tree. Our backs are protesting.
Someone else has been busy in the garden, taking care of an old cherry tree.
|It's a big job, but someone's gotta do it.|
The tree was badly pruned about 5 years ago (butchered, I think, is the correct word). It has sprouted new branches, but the heartwood is rotting out, and it's probably full of bugs.
The woodpecker has come back twice; she's almost down to the heartwood now. There's a small hill of punk wood and sawdust at the foot of the tree.
|State of affairs this afternoon.|
Does she ever get a headache?
*Post updated to correct her gender. Males have a red moustache, females don't. I realized this, thanks to Steve Creek, who has a photo of a male feeding his chick.