Life histories of North American woodpeckersBent, Arthur Cleveland
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Life histories of North American woodpeckers
Bent, Arthur Cleveland
Birds -- North America; Woodpeckers -- North America
I have rarely seen a nesting bird so alert and keen of
hearing as was this _Picoides_. The sound of our voices or
the slightest noise made by an oar or paddle would bring
him at once to the entrance of the hole, even when we were
forty or fifty yards away, and every few minutes when we
were sitting perfectly still he would look out turning
his head in every direction. He would not leave the hole,
however, until we were within a few yards of the foot of
the tree and after he had drummed awhile he would return
to the stub while we were sitting near its base with the
camera directed towards it. * * *
On returning to the stub the bird would usually strike
against it about two feet below the hole and reaching it
by two or three quick, upward hops would cling to its
lower edge, alternately looking in and down at us. * * *
He did not once enter the nest while we were near the
tree, nor did he again attempt to mislead us by pecking at
the bark, evidently realizing that this ruse had failed.
When he flew back into the woods he always took one of two
courses and along each he invariably alighted not only on
the same trees but on the same spot on each tree. He had
one particular place on the trunk of a large spruce where
he would spend ten or fifteen minutes at a time pluming
himself and watching us, before returning to the nest.
Major Bendire (1895) quotes the following from Dr. C. Hart Merriam:
We had just crossed the boundary line between Lewis and
Herkimer counties, when Mr. Bagg called my attention to a
“fresh hole,” about 8 feet from the ground, in a spruce
tree near by. On approaching the tree a yellow crown
appeared in the hole, showing that the male bird was “at
home.” To prevent his escape I jumped toward the tree and
introduced three fingers, which were immediately punctured
in a manner so distasteful to their proprietor as to
necessitate an immediate withdrawal and exchange for the
muzzle of my friend’s gun. A handkerchief was next crowded
into the hole, but was instantly riddled and driven out
by a few blows from his terrible bill. It was then held
loosely over the hole, and as the bird emerged I secured
and killed him.
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