sitting on my back porch the other morning taking in those ever
so important sights and sounds that define life in the Toledo District
jungle when I heard the distinctive 'tap, tap, tap' so synonymous
of three woodpeckers banging their beaks against the bark of a tropical
tree in Belize. In order to determine just where the trio of feathered
friends were located, it took little time nor binoculars to focus
in, for they were perched on a tall dying tree just outside the
jungle ring me and mine have cut out to make our piece of paradise
work for us. At a distance that now separates the clearing around
my house from the deep of the bush, they could easily be seen.
Just as I decided to move in closer to assure
that I could see just exactly what these birds were actually up
to, one of them flew down and swooped ever so gently over my head.
This I assumed was not in retaliation
for my aggressive and intrusive behaviour sent the jungle is their
turf, but simply to position itself upon another tree. The other
two looked at me like I was a gibnut and cared little about my
obvious curiosity. Birds are like that you know.
I then focused my complete attention upon those
peckers, and so I understood crystal clearly that I needed to
return to my back porch in order to refer to my trusty bird book
entitled, 'Birds of Belize' by H. Lee Jones. And there as I referenced
'Plate 31' illustrated by Dana Gardner I found the illustration
reflecting the image of my three birds, to compliment the drawings
page 150 of the definitive book of birds of Belize explained with
clarity that I was again in the presence of greatness.