Pileated!!!! Martin yelled out, “Pileated!” with an enthusiasm I only muster for a hot slice of pizza oozing cheese, sauce, and pepperoni the way my mom’s pizza did. But Martin is not your average guy. And we were not at a pizza joint. We were tromping around in the cold, gray drizzle of the North Hills of Pittsburgh counting birds for the Christmas Bird Count, something I didn’t…
