It was a warm morning with yet more heat to arrive, so the natural world decided to get to work early. So did I, but as I settled into writing, I heard a slow, heavy, rhythmic whacking nearby, and when I finally located the source, wow! there was a Pileated Woodpecker busy in its endless search for hardwoods riddled with Carpenter ants. Apparently this oak was ant free. After a handful of investigative taps that yielded large wood chips but nothing worth a headache, the huge picid headed off to what it hoped was better and more productive territory.