I'm still in catch-up mode around here despite the fact that we've been back from Kansas for ten days now. The bushes and weeds grow faster when I'm away, you know. Actually, when I stop to think about it, I'm behind from April as there are still Spring chores in the ol' job jar but who's keeping track. I just pick the job that needs doing the most (or that I'm the most inspired to do) and jump in.
This week it's been a little bush whacking trimming but mostly weed treatment. With hot summer days and daily thunderstorms there's been plenty to treat. I mixed up some Round-Up for the flower beds and some Weed-B-Gon for the unwanted plants that have taken up residence in the lawn. They're particularly bad this year precisely because of all the rain we've had. The street gutter has overflowed into our yard on numerous occasions, bringing seeds of who-knows-what from who-knows-where. I'm fighting the war on weeds but so far they're winning.
But a funny thing happened as I was preparing for the latest weed killing battle. I'd measured my water, poured in the concentrate and was pumping up my little hand sprayer when I heard the call of a Red-bellied Woodpecker. That's not unusual...they're pretty common around here. In fact, I see one fly into one of the trees in the yard most times I'm outside. And even if I don't see them, I hear their distinctive call. It made me smile.
I sprayed some of my mixture and when the pressure in the tank was low, I stopped to pump it up. There was the woodpecker calling again.
It took two or three more repetitions before I realized the woodpecker was answering the screechy noise the sprayer makes as you pump it up. If you've ever used one, you know exactly the shrill sound the sprayer makes and you work the handle up and down to build up the pressure. It really does sound a little like one of these woodpeckers. Well, at least mine does.
So I tested my theory; I pumped up the sprayer and waited. Sure enough, the woodpecker answered back. I have know idea what my sprayer was saying in bird-speak but it didn't matter, the woodpecker seemed to be enjoying the conversation. He didn't stick around for the full contents of my tank, however, so perhaps I inadvertently insulted him.
Here for your viewing pleasure is a very short little video of a Red-bellied Woodpecker I found on the world wide web. He seems to be talking to himself, however. I'll bet he'd have more to say if he could hear me pump my sprayer.