Rat-a-tat-tat, slurp, gulp - what was that? Lunch time for a pileated woodpecker on a cold winter's day. This flying jackhammer will thump a stump to pieces just to snack on dormant ants, lapping them up with his long, flypaper tongue. Or he'll settle for a grubstake of grubs. All in less time than it takes most of us to stumble through his first name. Just remember that it rhymes with how you felt when you added him to your lifetime list - highleated!