Hanging off a branch atop a row of bushes that line the driveway is another branch, this one from the pine tree above and in the shape of a man with no head.  An omen from the majestic pine that my decapitation is imminent?

The last thing that fell out of that tree was the dried up husk of a squirrel that had died up there some time ago (from the looks of it).  Did it ignore a warning too?

I’m staying away from that tree – it has obviously gone bad.