Long ago, when bird interest was dawning, I remember reading Alexander Wilson's description of a captive bird which had almost succeeded in tearing its way thru the side of a room in the tavern where he had put it. I doubted this story because the only Woodpecker I ever had seen was a Flicker.
The IVORYBILL, is, or rather was, the finest and largest of our tree-surgeons. Two of those magnificent birds flew across my course near Georgia, S. C., in 1895. Blows of their white daggers, and loud calls, make their vicinity a noisy section of the silent and deep cypress swamps where the few remaining Ivorybills have retired.
Formerly as far north as the Carolinas but now existing in isolated localities of the Gulf States.