WINTER NEIGHBORS. 79 



A friend of mine in a Southern city tells me «•. : 

 yed-headed woodpecker that drums upon a lightnii 

 rod on his neighbor's house. Nearly every cleai 

 morning at certain seasons, he says, this musical r 

 ping may be heard. " He alternates his tapping 

 his stridulous call, and the effect on a cool, aul 

 like morning is very pleasing." 



The high-hole appears to drum more promiscuously 

 than does the downy. He utters his long, loud Bpri 

 call, which — which — which — which, and then '"• 

 gins to rap with his beak upon his perch before the 

 \ast note has reached your ear. I have Been him 

 drum sitting upon the ridge of the barn. The Log 

 cock, or pileated woodpecker, the largest and wildest 

 of our Northern species, I have never heard drum. 

 His blows should wake the echoes. 



When the woodpecker is searching for food, or lay- 

 ing siege to some hidden grub, the sound of his ham- 

 mer is dead or muffled, and is heard but a few yards. 

 It is only upon dry, seasoned timber, freed of its hark, 

 that he beats his reveille to spring and wooes his 

 mate. 



Wilson was evidently familiar with this vernal 

 drumming of the woodpeckers, but quite misinterpi 

 it. Speaking of the red-bellied species, he says: ■ 

 rattles like the rest of the tribe on the dead lin. 

 and with such violence as to be heard in still weal 

 more than half a mile off; and listens t«. hear ih< 

 sect it has alarmed." He listens rather to hear the 

 drum of his rival or the brief and coy response of the 

 female; for there are no insects in these dry limbs. 



On one occasion I saw downy at his drum when a 

 female flew quickly through the tree and alighted a 

 tew yards beyond him. He paused instantly, and 



