THE WASHINGTON POST – With his brow furrowed, Tom, 70, stomps on the damp leaf litter – thump, thump, thump, thump – and then we wait. A woodpecker cackles; bluebells tremble in the breeze. Stumpy is nowhere to be found. “I’m not worried,” Tom said, looking worried. “It’s been a colder-than-usual spring. That might have
