If there’s any racer you wouldn’t want to get on the wrong side of, it’s Pork Chop of the Metal Maniacs. If his size doesn’t frighten you, then his aggressive racing style will. Especially when he starts swing his hammer or anchor. Here he is in his car Jack Hammer preparing to enter the racing realm. Enjoy!
Why, you might ask, is this woodpecker grazing in the grass, rather than jackhammering away on a tree, or on the cedar siding of our house?
Because it's a Northern Flicker, which takes a more grounded approach to its meals. Although the Flicker is capable of clinging to trees and routing out bugs with its beak, it prefers to dig in the dirt and lap up ants with its barbed tongue.
I've had more than one dispute with the other kind of woodpeckers out here, drilling holes in our house. The Flicker, on the other hand, can have all the ants it wants.
Yup... some... late Trimpe art, and it is rough. I know people razz Liefeld but like... seriously he really is miles ahead of this. Also, check Ock's right pinky, it has 5 knuckles...
It might start with the shriek
of a hawk or the ruining racket
of a jackhammer. Or with the low,
low flute note from a great horned
owl, or with the wail of a baby nearby.
Anyway, a sound that seizes you,
uproots you from your moment,
like a turnip from damp soil,
and tosses you into the basket
of a different reality. Pulled
or pushed into one space
of the "real after" another,
only falsely sure we know
what's coming in the mirage's flow--
oh, such is life, life such as it is.