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
The bird drums a roll, as do other woodpeckers. The only other drumming
of comparable intensity is that of the yellow-bellied sapsucker, but
commonly the pileated woodpecker’s performance is so heavy as to be
unmistakable. Often the drumming consists not of a roll but of slow
heavy beats. Dr. Sutton (1930) writes: “On May 19, 1925, * * * I
heard a male drumming for over an hour * * * During the whole period
there was a noticeable similarity of the performances * * * At least
fifty or sixty times there was an introductory, rapidly given _roll_;
then a pause, followed by three distinct blows, * * * giving much the
impression of a queer rhythm beat upon an aboriginal drum.” With this
the description of the drumming of the sapsucker given by Dr. Harry C.
Oberholser (1896b) may be compared.
Ernest Waters Vickers (1915) gives the following description of “the
masterly roll of the great log-cock”:
“This roll is composed of twelve strokes or blows, forming
an ascending and descending climax; increasing in rapidity
and volume to the middle and dying in force and rapidity
just as it began. While the bird may not give the complete
roll, may break off anywhere, it is always, so far as I
have heard, a part of the above * * * A mellow yet powerful
cellular jar to which the whole wooded heart of the forest
makes echoing response--a solemn and ancient sound. * * *
“Thus * * * I heard one drumming far away on a sounding
board of peculiar musical resonance and power to carry * * *
I had often heard this roll a full mile and a half away;
once or twice I had even heard it in the house with doors
and windows closed! * * * This old sounding-board was the
hollow limb or arm of a big tulip tree or “white wood”
flung out at right angle from the trunk 60 or 70 feet from
the ground, a mere shell as appeared * * * sound and hard
and barkless. The spot where he hammered was white where
the weathered gray fibers had been beaten off by constant
use.
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