Hi everyone, Nic here! 
 Mornings in Mt. Shasta- beautiful, peaceful, majestic.  As I sat bleary-eyed with my indispensable cup o' joe in hand (just ask Suzi how absolutely necessary that morning cup is), I watched an amusing program on Discovery channel called American Beaver (which I highly recommend).  As they featured all of the woodland animals which benefit from the beaver pond created by these amazing critters, they showed a woodpecker nest with four adorable chicks being fed by mama. Just adorable... suddenly the sound of the woodpecker hammering away at a tree came from the telly ... or did it?  In my semiconscious state did I simply imagine that sound came from the television, because it sounded like it came from the house. That would be entirely too ironic, right?  
With the sound off I waited until, alas, another salvo came. Any home owner will tell you woodpeckers are a pain, but log home owners share an especially deep-seated dread of these remarkable birds. After I few minutes outside I spotted the little culprits, watching me from behind the roof edge.  Our eyes locked and they knew the jig was up.  Two flew off immediately, but the last to stay behind (I can only assume the leader which led the others astray) sat watching me with what can only be described as an air of defiance. After a moment of mutual acknowledgment it flew away. I'm sure only to return later.  Suzi and I are off to purchase some kind of deterrent.