This is Bird Noir, I'm Michael Stein, private I'm.

Now this neighbor down the street, Mrs. Pico, she's a lovely woman, the sort who always

has homemade cookies ready for visitors.

So I was worried when she called late one evening.

Michael, someone keeps knocking on my door, but when I go to let him in, nothing.

All I hear is laughter in the trees.

You've got to help me find out who keeps ding, dong, ditching me.

Alright, Mrs. Pico, I'll get this sorted out.

Could it have been one of the neighborhood kids after a snicker doodle maybe?

The knocking was awfully fast here, probably too quick for a kid.

Ah, I bet you got a bird who's come a callin'.

Was it maybe a stutter stop drumming like this yellow bellied sap sucker?

No sweetie, it was much more rhythmic.

Hmm, was it more like this?

Yes, that's much closer.

That drumming's the sound of a pilliated woodpecker, and it's called a sound like laughing.

Oh, I'm afraid that's not it.

I'd recognize the laugh anywhere.

Maybe a red bellied, their cackling sounds a bit different.

That's the one.

Mystery solved.

I bet he's found your door is nice and loud, great for signaling to other woodpeckers

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