Well, another note worth story has transpired, so I will let the tale commence.  About a week and a half ago, this little woodpecker started to find the trim on our house tasty.  At first it was sporadic when he (I am guessing the gender) would decide to come and bang on the wood.  But then the frequency of his visits started to increase.  We would go out there and scare him away, but he always seemed to find a way back and continued to be bothersome.  So, in an effort to deter him, I got a can of raid and sprayed the places that he liked to peck at.  This had no effect.  Still he persisted to come.  Eventually he proceeded to punch a hole in the board where he was hammering.  So, this merited some action.  Since I lack a pellet gun, and since we also live right in the middle of the city, I decided to secure some Colibries.  These are .22 shells that don't have any powder in the shell, and the led projectile is fired just by the burning of the primer yielding a slower traveling bullet and a much quieter sound.  My decision was to shoot the stupid bird.  After making the purchase of the shells on Monday, I tried them out to see how the sound would be, and I determined that they were quite enough to do the job.  Well, that little woodpecker and I had very different schedules and he always seemed to visit my house when I wasn't home.  Terre began to grow very tired to this stupid bird visiting us and started demanding that I fix the problem.  When I came home on Thursday at about 4:30 (the first time this week that I was home before dark) I had about an hour and a half until I needed to go back to class again and it was still light outside and I thought this might be my chance to get him.  Well the weather was warming up and Terre being pregnant was hot so all of the doors and windows were open to cool off the house.  This was fine with me, because when I open up the front door the bird flies away from the back door.  So I waited for an opportunity to finish off the bird.  And that opportunity came at about 5:30pm.  I was relaxing and then here came the knocking on the house, so I grabbed the wood pecker spray and snuck around the west side of the house so that I would have a clear shot at the bird.  As luck would have it, I saw him, but the window was in my line of sight, so I leaned around the window to have a clear shot, and then he saw me and flew up to the telephone lines just to taunt me.  You see if I were to take a shot at him, there would be no backstop and given that we live in a populated neighborhood, I thought that this wasn't a good idea.  So we stared each other down.  I then saw a telephone pole and tried to put the bird between the telephone pole, and me well he knew what I was thinking and flew away.  Then I got out the binoculars and every bird that flew around our house I watched to see if I could spot that dumb bird.  Well he was nowhere to be found.  Then as luck would have it, just as we were finishing up dinner, I saw him out on the lawn in front of our house, so I again grabbed the woodpecker spray and opened up the screen.  That bird seeing me flew up the neighbor’s roof top and just stat there and we again stared each other down.  Knowing that it is not a good thing to shoot birds off of neighbors houses, I called Terre to show her what was causing such havoc on our house, then just to taunt me he flew up the cooler and perched him self there like he was king of the world.  If there had been a fence or some type of catch all behind him that would have been his last stand, but he won that staring contest and flew off.  The next day was Friday, and I knew that I had to be to work at 7:00; this meant that I had to leave here around 6:35.  Well since this bird shows up every morning promptly at 7:10, and since I would be out of town for the next 4 days, I decided to go into work an hour late (much at the request of my wife who was getting tired of that drum beating on the back door).  This decision would give me about 20 minutes to have a dual with the bird.  At 7:05 I was checking the morning email, and all of the sudden there was a beating on the back of the house.  I grabbed the woodpecker spray and snuck around the west side of the house (this time all of the windows were closed) and there was that little bird destroying the house.  I drew down on him and let him have it.  He flew over the wall into the neighbors yard like he always does when he gets caught, and I thought I missed.  I went over to inspect the crime scene, and Terre came out the back door to join me.  We were standing on a pile of wood shavings (formerly our wall) and were looking for what I did hit.  All we found were about 10 feathers.  Some on the ground, some on a pipe behind the bird, and some on the door itself.  Well this made us happy, because it suggested that we may have been successful in deterring that bird.  I went to work and then came home soon after (it was a short day for me) and talked to Terre if woody had been back for a visit.  Terre told me that she had not heard from our little friend.  With any luck, woody either learned that this wood bites back or he found a nice spot to curl up and die on, either is fine with us.