The Woodpeckers Start A Bird Band

: Daddy's Bedtime Bird Stories

The Woodpecker family were around on various trees drumming, drumming on

the bark. Mr. Hairy Woodpecker, Mr. Downy Woodpecker, and Mr. Red-Headed

Woodpecker were hard at work.



"Let's start a band," suggested Mr. Hairy Woodpecker.



"What's that you say?" asked Mr. Red-Headed Woodpecker, who had been so

busy at work that he had not heard what Mr. Hairy Woodpecker had been

suggesting.

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"A band," repeated Mr. Hairy Woodpecker.



"What sort of a band?" asked Mr. Red-Headed Woodpecker.



"In the first place," continued Mr. Hairy Woodpecker, "our bills are not

only fine tools for the work we have to do getting the insects from the

trees, and burrowing for our nests, but they would be splendid to use

in beating the drums in a band."



"Where would we get the drums?" asked Mr. Red-Headed Woodpecker.



"The trees, of course, you silly!" said Mr. Hairy Woodpecker.



"Oh yes, yes," agreed Mr. Red-Headed Woodpecker.



And Mr. Downy Woodpecker said, "Of course, of course. The trees will be

our drums."



"We'll get the other birds," said Mr. Hairy Woodpecker, "to help us. We

need something in a band besides the drums. We will ask the goldfinches,

the mocking-birds, the bobolinks, the phoebe and chickadee families, all

of the warbler and vireo families, and the robins of course. Then I

think we'll ask the orioles, the whippoorwills, the thrush family, and

the song sparrows."



"Oh," said Mr. Downy Woodpecker, "that will make a perfect band. We'd

better get started right away." And the woodpeckers began to practise.

They made such a noise that the birds came from far and near to see what

they were doing. Mr. Sapsucker, Mr. Crested Woodpecker, and Mr. Flicker

Woodpecker had all joined in beating the drums too!



"Why are you making so much noise?" asked the birds as they flew around

to the nearby trees to talk to the woodpeckers.



"Oh," said Mr. Hairy Woodpecker, "we were just going to ask you all to

join our band. We will beat the drums."



"And just what do you want us to do?" asked Mr. Robin Redbreast, who was

always eager to help.



"You must all sing."



"But we all sing differently," chirped a song sparrow. "We know

different tunes and different songs."



"Oh," said Mr. Hairy Woodpecker, "I never thought about that. But never

mind, you can have little parts to sing alone, and other choruses where

you will all sing together. I'm sure it will be a very fine band after

we have practised." And they began pounding the drums again.



"Well," said Mr. Robin Redbreast, "if the bird band isn't to be the

finest in the land, at least we'll make a cheerful noise!"



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