Some people get to stay at a beach house and some people regularly get to see a Pileated woodpecker. The most gifted get both, while cultivating a reputation for sleeping on the beach in retirement. Such perks are all due to hard work and clever thinking, which is why I'm known as SS. So, since you seem to work hard for your shots, display talent and present no dearth of clever ideas while serving your term on this outmoded institution, I believe that there is a very good chance that a PWP is even now conspiring to intercept you at some point during the unfolding of this season. Thinking positively costs nothing and it's always good for a laugh, which is what you get when a PWP arrives and it's piercingly loud enough at close range to make you jump. I should know. It happens when I'm busy squeezing through tight spots in dense bush, boots stuck in mud, bent-over to slip under a sturdy branch ... a sudden Pileated laugh at my predicament ... and bang, my head hits the branch, shi ... you peckerhead, you're a monster. You just wait until Charline gets a big fat lens in your silly face and then who's laughing? What? It could happen!
