Saturday morning we hiked out to the road to go to town. On the way, we found a tree fallen across the trail. The rotten section of log shattered into several large chunks when it hit, so we easily pushed and pulled the pieces out of the way. When Michelle pushed one section off the trail, it rolled, and we heard gurgling as water drained out of a hollow in the log. I guessed that the water had collected in a woodpecker nest.
When we came back home, we stopped to look at that section of the log. When we turned it over, we found not just one, but two woodpecker nests, two nearly perfect holes cut in the log—a couple of high rise apartments.