The heat is killing, and you are convinced all the wild animals are sleeping in the forest. Then, like the beat of a little drum, like the sound of a very precise hammer on a very particular nail, you hear it.
Tak, tak, tak, takk..
A doctor chiseling away at a tree, a sculptor, an artist. Flamebacks are woodpeckers who weave holes in trees to prise off insects. I say weave, as they often leave patterns on the wood. They start from the bottom and make their way up, in spirals.
Like a golden gyre, which you can see only if you are quick enough, conscious enough, of the ways of Treeland.
And sometimes, very rarely, you will find a woodpecker on the forest floor!