Stuccopecker
I was sitting by a window talking to a coworker today when some motion in my peripheral vision distracted me. I turned and looked out the window and saw what looked like snow at first. It wasn’t snow, it looked like foam of some kind. As I was looking at it another clump of it fell and I looked up to see where it came from.
There, in a third-floor pillar of our office, was a woodpecker peering quizzically at me from the perfect circle he had pecked right through the stucco. He was merrily expanding it by scooping out the insulating foam.
Best nest ever.
haha, smart bird. Watch out, next time it might go for a you or a coworkers head. Judging by the fact you were talking and not working seems to suggest there might be plenty of space up there.
Due to a lack of telepathy in the office we actually sometimes have to speak to each other to do our work. I know, so old fashioned it is hard to picture.
I recently started my first office job, and I communicate with this girl about 23 steps away from my office. She kept sending emails, and I would just walk over and answer them, then she would email me again, and again I walk over there to answer. Ultimatley she won, I now email her back, and we have conversations that take hours of replying and clarifying because verbalizing appears archaic. You don’t need telepathy, you simply need patience. Shame on your business for not implementing some kind of technology excusing you from having to talk to eachother–the most archaic of all communication.
I have just been listening to C-Span and, according to their expert, under the USA Patriot Act, you are obliged to report that woodpecker to the authorities. Your name can remain anonymous for fear of retaliation.
Govern your actions accordingly.