It's Sunday Morning

Well, here we go again. I have two different family of woodpeckers (birds) trying to make a home in my home, which is wood. The little black and white ones aren't so loud, but the white and gray spotted ones are loaded with a jackhammers in their head. Yesterday morning, I opened the door so fast to tell one of them to go some place else and it scared the bird so bad, it flew to a tree over a block away. The building in which my apartment is situated needs a fresh paint job, and until its gets one, my home will be a nice pecking board for these birds. Gurrrrrr. They haven't figured out that if they tried to go pecking before 7am, they would be getting me out of bed. Thus far, its long after the sun has cleared the mountain to my east is when they start. Now, I've seen trees out east that are filled with woodpecker holes, to the point where it can't be alive, but lone-&-behold, come spring time, it grows full of green leafs and shade. Crazy birds. In the time its taken me to write this, I've had to get up 5 times to go tell them to leave. Go find another home!