There is the creaking sound of the woodpecker from the woods on the bluffs that surround the town. He is making the sound pecking at the wood of dead trees as his name suggests. The keepers of the park are allowing dead trees to remain standing and the woodpeckers and some other tenants of this deadwood approve.
From the window on the other side there is the sound of the waking family, and the sound of the hens kept by one of the neighbours.
The day promises to be hotter than yesterday.
But it is lovely weather.
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