The sound of the majestic robotic woodpecker fills the misty air of the woods. There are no other sounds in the woods. As a born tree-climber, I hop gracefully from tree to tree. My fur glistens in the morning sunlight. As I run I hear the click of the woodpecker pecking, the snap of the tree cracking, and the subtle ding as the woodpecker resets himself. He is the last of his kind, which makes him rare to see. I am amazed to get so close to him. My paws creep closer off the edge as I try and get a better look at the mesmerizing creature. I seem to have gotten too close, for the woodpecker decides to fly to another branch a couple trees over. I need to find a way to camouflage myself so I’m not to be seen. I really want to learn how this bird works. Finding some bark and leaves I make a nice, comfortable suit so I can blend in. Not being seen is the easy part, but getting there is a whole other story. There is a gap from this branch to the next easily over 20 feet wide.