The bark of the tree was very thick. But inside, his home was just right.

Woodrow loved to tap on the wood with his strong bill.

One sunny day, Woodrow stood on the branch and looked out. He saw bugs and grub in the bark and flew closer to them.

Tap, tap, tap! His bill hit the wood with a thud. The tree shook with each tap. The bugs hid deep in the cracks.

After every tap, he was quick! He pecked at the bark to swiftly grab the bugs. He had lots of fun.

Woodrow kept on tapping. He saw one more big, fat bug. It was snug in its hole.

Woodrow pecked and pecked but could not pull the bug out. He did not stop. With every tap, the bug pushed itself further into the hole.

Woodrow's beak hit the wood, and the hole got larger each time. Finally, with lots of tugs, pulls, and taps, he got the big bug.

"Yum!" said Woodrow, glad to fill his tummy. After lunch, Woodrow sang a happy song.

His chirps rang through the woods. Other birds sang back. Soon, the woods were full of music.

The sun set and the sky grew dim. Woodrow flew back to his nook in the oak tree. It had been a long day.

Woodrow got cozy and fluffed his soft feathers while the birds sang.

He closed his eyes to the music. Soon, he was fast asleep.

He dreamt of finding more bugs in his forest home. All was well in the woods.