There is a pileated woodpecker busily excavating a hole in a tree outside. (The tree is missing a top and has no pine needles, a fact which I only noticed today–the front yard is a pretty heavily wooded area.) He’s really quite fast–the hole has gotten nearly as big as his head, and there wasn’t a hole when I sat down at the keyboard this morning.
Presumably there are tasty tasty bugs inside. The woodpecker keeps turning his head sideways and eying the hole, then poking his beak back inside. Occasionally he even does a swirly motion where he runs his beak along the edge of the hole in a circle, which is bizarre to watch.