Knock, knock, knock All morning
I go round and round, because I’m just hearing a sound and as I get near it stops. Haiya, Kumbe it’s watching me seated in its nest that almost resembles it in colour.
Finally it figures I’m no threat and hopes out to continue
gripping the entrance and knock knock knock.
It then hopes in to clean house as the day picks on and local residents go on their daily chores taking in the sound as daily background sounds..
Join us watching Nubian woodpeckers of Kilome..
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