Doodle Diary. Woodpecker Adventure.
Diary Entry: February 11, 2024
Red Bellied Woodpecker. Photo by Raymond Eichenberger
Today was another adventurous day for Miles and Cleo, the two curious Goldendoodles. We ventured out to our favorite local park, where the sun was shining, and the air was crisp. However, our peaceful outing took an unexpected turn when we encountered a flurry of woodpeckers. It seems the park is a hotspot for the colorful birds. As soon as we stepped into the park, the rhythmic hammering of woodpeckers filled the air. Miles and Cleo's ears perked up in confusion, and they exchanged puzzled glances. The sound echoed through the trees, causing the doodles to tilt their heads in unison, trying to decipher the source of the noise. Miles, with his large head, and Cleo, with her eyes bright and wide, cocked their heads to one side in unison, trying to make sense of the cacophony. They both darted around, their tails wagging in excitement, yet also tinged with a hint of perplexity. I tried to explain to Miles and Cleo that the woodpeckers were likely either red-bellied or downy species, but I admitted that I wasn't an expert on these matters. They looked at me with trusting eyes, seemingly accepting my explanation, but their curiosity remained unquenched. The woodpeckers, hidden among the branches, continued their relentless pecking, undeterred by the attention they were receiving from Miles and Cleo. With each strike, the doodles grew increasingly curious, their playful nature urging them to investigate further. At one point, Cleo attempted to climb a nearby tree, hoping to catch a glimpse of the elusive birds. Her paws scrabbled against the rough bark as she tried to gain a vantage point, while Miles circled below, his nose twitching with anticipation.
Downy Woodpecker. Photo by Patrice Bouchard
Despite their best efforts, the woodpeckers remained elusive, their presence marked only by the echo of their rhythmic drumming. Miles and Cleo exchanged a look of mutual confusion, unsure of what to make of this unusual encounter. As we made our way home, the memory of the woodpeckers lingered in the air, leaving Miles and Cleo with a sense of wonder and bewilderment. Perhaps tomorrow will bring new adventures and a chance to unravel the mystery of the woodland drummers. Until then, we'll cherish the memories of today's curious encounter and look forward to the next chapter of our adventures together. With wagging tails and curious minds.