Hiding in a hammock
I am just lying here in a hammock. A nice, cozy cool hammock in the middle of the woods. I think I might even go to sleep. Yawn. Training day rocks!
A giant piliated woodpecker is cackling at me from a nearby tree. His deep red crest flashes in the dappled sunlight as he flicks it up and down. He hops up the tree in short bobbing jumps testing a spot here and there with his beak. How in the world do they find the insects burrowed under that thick bark? Could it be xray vision? The sound of a hollow spot? The great bird keeps the secret as he turns a shiny black eye to peer at me through the leaves. Unconcerned, he tries a few more pecks at the tree and glides away.
I fall asleep for a little while. Woken up occasionally by radio traffic.
Rewarding a search dog after they have found a person sounds hilarious.