it was on his way back from an orchard one day, that the vain young woodpecker stopped to talk with an old gray squirrel. it may be that the gray squirrel's sight was not good, and so he mistook the woodpecker for quite another fellow. he was speaking of an old tree where he had spent the last winter. "i believe a family of red-headed woodpeckers live there now," he said. "i have met them once or twice. the father and mother are fine people, and they have charming daughters, but their son must be a great trial to them. he is one of these silly fellows who see the world through their own feathers."