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.