The cold winds of winter had started to subside and would soon be replaced with the warm fragrant breezes of a Minnesota spring. As the two forces battled with each other the woods and waters started to return to life. On this day the last vestiges of winter could be felt as the breeze stiffened and the occasional snowflake appeared in the sky.
The Pileated was not to be deterred however, knowing that spring would soon win out. And so the woods were filled with the raucous echo of the powerful strikes upon the yielding wood and bark. This somehow made the breeze warmer and the flakes less obvious. Ah yes, spring was near.