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At the age of 18 I was a 4th Infantry Division rifleman in the invasion of Normandy, then later was called back for the Korean War. Put in a couple of years as a Pinkerton detective. Much of my life was spent as a newspaper reporter, sports writer and daily columnist. Published three books on high school sports in Ohio and Indiana. I write mystery fiction for Alfred Hitchcock Mystery Magazine and others. Three books, Normandy 1944 - A Young Rifleman's War, The Hoosier Hot Shots, and From Devout Catholic to Communist Agitator are now available from Amazon, Barnes & Noble and other booksellers. So are four collections of short mysteries: Jack Eddy Stories Volumes 1 and 2, Midland Murders, and The Rough Old Stuff From Mike Shayne Mystery Magazine.

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Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Just who is the retarded one?


I'm not going to come right out and say we have a retarded woodpecker that visits our balcony because Jackie is thrilled whenever he comes calling. She says he follows a chickadee or a tufted titmouse to see what the big attraction is that lures them here.
I'll accept that explanation, but I can't help wonder about a bird that starts pecking away at the trunk of an artificial tree. Jackie rushes to his defensive, of course, by saying, "The trunk is real wood."
Okay, but why does he nose around bright red hummingbird feeders? The hummingbirds have headed wherever it is they head in mid September but the feeders remain in place because those chickadees and titmouses like them. It has nothing to do with the subject at hand, but I often wonder if one titmouse is here and another joins it, do they remain titmouses or become titmice? No one has ever given me a satisfactory answer.
Anyway, the little downy woodpecker hangs around as long as ten minutes at a time checking every inch of a wooden trellis and a weather beaten birdhouse with wood shingles for a roof. Other stuff like a metal pole, too.
So here is the big question: does this woodpecker give real meaning to the expression "bird brain" or does it actually apply to someone who spends twenty minutes writing about the subject?


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