Chicken Little and the Lumber-jack
Across the street from my house is a tree with what appears to be a good eighth of a tree laying on the ground below it. There doesn’t appear to be any wound in the standing tree, it isn’t weeping like thos pussy willow trees, and didn’t ask for help which leads me to believe that this fairly large hunk of extra foliage didn’t come from the tree under which it is lounging. The mini-tree looks to be relaxed but one must wonder where it came from. Of course one mustn’t spend too much time idly standing on the street staring at the random spare parts of a possible arborcide as neighbors might think there’s something odd going on.
People are crazy.