Clark: Out, Out Damn Woodpecker

Ah, the coming of spring. Could there possibly be a more glorious time of year? As Shakespeare once penned: “When daisies pied, and violets blue, and lady-smocks all silver-white …” TATTA-TATTA-TATTA- TATTA!!! Excuse me. As Shakespeare was saying: “And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue do paint the meadows with …” TATTA-TATTA-TATTA!!! Sorry. I can’t recite the immortal Bard of Avon when all I’m thinking about is an infernal bird. A woodpecker, namely/ Doug Clark , SR. More here.

Question: How do you handle woodpeckers that come rappin’, tappin’ on your house?