On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love gave to me:

Twelve Drummers Drumming. The red headed woodpecker I remember as a kid. Not a lot of them but there they were, like that toothpick picker. Now the red-headed woodpecker is focused in the woodlands of the Tennessee area, or the middle Appalachian area. They are struggling like the rest of the bird species. A moment for a plea to take care of our planet. The Downy, the Pilated. We see these more, and the Flicker. If you've ever had one try to get to the inside of the metal sheeting on your roof or in the eaves, you know they are real drummers.

My true love marched to a different drummer, not the little drummer boy, or other drummers we know, but these red-headed woodpeckers, who are my favorite.

On the Twelfth day of Christmas my true love gave to me;

Twelve drummers drumming,

Eleven pipers piping,

Ten lords a leaping,

Nine ladies dancing,

Eight maids a milking,

Seven swans a swimming,

Six Geese a laying,

Five Golden Rings,

Four Calling Birds,

Three French hens,

Two turtle doves,

And a Partridge in a Pear Tree.

The End