When we first started birding in the Adirondacks, we really wanted to see a black-backed woodpecker, and so we went, repeatedly, to the places where birders reported seeing them. Even though we heard them drilling several times we never got a look at one until, years later, during a hike up Coon Mountain, where no one had ever reported them, we walked past a couple of huge white pines burned pitch black from their base to about 15 feet up from the ground.
The tops of the trees looked perfectly healthy, and as I wondered at the fire that charred their bases, a piece of blackened wood almost hit me in the face. As we wondered at the pieces of charcoal flying out of the tree, we saw a female…
