6:20 a.m. . . .

Well, he's back. . .I don't mean Brey and, unfortunately, I'm not referring to Jesus; I AM talking about the woodpecker ~ again! Right on schedule, he announced his arrival on the metal flashing outside of Gracie's room. As I held my breath, "MOOOOOOOMY" instantly came through the monitor. I don't blame her for being petrified; it stinks to wake up to a jack-hammer in your precious, peaceful nursery. This is the same bird that caused the "I scared" phase last spring. She has finally settled down but the true test will be tonight. Who thought one could have such ugly thoughts towards a beautiful little bird? He better hope Brey gets home soon ~ I may have to take matters in to my own hands. . .I know there is ammo around here somewhere!