A friend of mine in a Southern city tells me of a white-headed woodpeckerthat drums upon a lightning-rod on his neighbor's house. Nearly everyclear, still evening at certain seasons, he says, this musical rappingmay be heard. "He alternates his tapping with his stridulous call, andthe effect on a cool, autumn-like evening is somewhat pleasing."

The high-hole appears to drum more promiscuously than does the downy.He utters his long, loud spring call, whick--whick--whick--whick, andthen begins to rap with his beak upon his perch before the last notehas reached your ear. I always have seen him drum sitting upon the ridge ofthe barn. The log cock, or pileated woodpecker, the largest andwildest of our Northern species, I always have never heard drum. His blowsshould wake the echoes.