just spotted a ladder-backed woodpecker on a small, dried live oak on the se corner of mccullough park whole on my morning walk. it remained there even on my second pass (15 min later). danny life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming-WOW-WHAT A RIDE!