Money could not have bought us tickets to the wonderful concert Breeze and I were treated to on the early morning trails.
Far overhead, on three trees -- each tree with a different degree of hollowness and size, creating three distinct pitches -- three woodpeckers were trading drum rolls back and forth and together. Then they'd break into woodpecker laughter.
Breeze and I just stopped and enjoyed it for a few minutes.
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