We have a woodpecker, I mean metalpecker, over here. I'm not sure if it's the same one, but every morning he/they check to make sure the metal vents on our house aren't filled with yummy bugs. How annoying is that?! Last year they came around between 5 & 6 AM. So far they've been graciously waiting until after 7. It's become Warren's and my ritual to go outside and yell at the woodpecker until he flies away. He comes and finds me and says "The WOODPECKER!" (it's like the way Jerry says "NEWMAN!" on Seinfeld). Boots on and out we go. I loved Woody as a kid. My love is waning.