One Peck At A Time

                                          

Here is a little story about a Downy woodpecker that landed in a tree above a path not far from home.

A Downy woodpecker lands on a soft spongy fungus growing on a young white barked birch tree. One life piles on top of another, each taking what is needed for growth and survival. The taking cannot be for more than the other can give, as all the lives depend on that truth. Every branch every tree trunk has possibility to the Downy Woodpecker. It is not concerned with success at every try. It keeps pecking holes with the knowledge that it will eventually attain its goal; food. When listening to a woodpecker imagine with every rhythmic strike against the bark the sound of tenacity. Like a never ending metronome click click clicking to the beat of itself. The thin bark of the birch tree does not daunt the Downy woodpecker he will do on that trunk what he has been built to do even if it does not produce optimum results. Why? Because he listens to his instincts that tell him, to keep going. It only takes one tree, one time and one peck to attain what his being so desires. The male Downy is in a feminine cradle—one cannot be without the other if balance is to be achieved. Red—on the woodpecker and around him indicates that desires should be pursued with an instinctual passion.