Issue 14
All the flashy birds

The woodpecker swoops in through the raindrops, scattering the crowd of noisy house finches at the feeder. He jabs at them with his vicious beak, red and white head bobbing back and forth in staccato movements. After swallowing a few seeds, he unclamps himself from the rim of the feeder and flies off to a nearby tree. I will hammer on this tree awhile, he thinks, for those damn finches are just too much. The finches, meanwhile, swarm back in nonplussed, and return to gobbling seed, posturing and pecking at each other as the rain beads up on their feathered backs.