Mistaken identity

This morning I slept in too late to ride my bike before helping Laurie deliver the breakfasts (we serve breakfast at 9 am so I had no excuse). I was walking around, a little groggy from sleep, and kept hearing someone hammering in the background. There was also a bird squaking (a parrot?) but the hammering sound came from a different direction like someone working upstairs. I didn't really think about it because, if I had, I would have realized that there wasn't anyone upstairs 'cause we never do any work on the inn when there are guests staying.

When I walked up the driveway to open the gate the hammering sound got louder. We have two gates. The main gate is a mile down the mountain and it has an access control automatic system that calls my cell phone so I can beep someone in but our second gate is just above the parking and I haven't installed a gate opener in it yet. I kind of enjoy the quiet late evenings and early mornings when I walk up there to push the heavy gate aside on its steel rollers. The walk up the driveway also helps wake me up because I realized that the hammering sound had to be a woodpecker. He was really going at it. Pounding away furiously in small branch coming off the palma rosa tree in the dense brush there. Bits of wood fibers and sawdust were spewing to each side. I wish I could have gotten a video to post here but by the time I got the camera changed to video he flew off. He came back the next day but when I snuck up with the camera that time he must have already talked to his agent because at the first sight of the lens he took off again. I will keep trying though because he looks cool going at it with his hard beak and the hammering sound is so loud.