This is a perfectly healthy and thriving tree. I don’t know how it happened. Was there more dirt around that tree that has washed away over time? Maybe lots of trees grow over and around rocks like this but we just can’t see it. Or is it somehow possible that there was a little seed that fell in a tiny dirt filled crack in this rock and then just grew and grew and grew? Continue reading
Piece of cake?! At least in my neighborhood they are. I’ll explain.
On Saturday this appeared:
When it was slightly closer to its original form than it is now, it was clearly a graduation cake that met an untimely, probably uncoordinated demise. Needless to say this is a big score for the city wildlife. I keep imagining that I will come home to find a slew of cake-drunk birds and squirrels hanging out on my patio until they can sober up enough to crawl (or fly wobbly) home. While this has yet to happen, I did witness a squirrel attempt to scurry up a utility pole and jump onto the roof of a building while carrying a piece of cake nearly the size of his body. It was a noble effort, but he lost most of it on the jump:
He (or she, of course) then proceeded to eat the bit that still remained in his paws and plan his strategy for the remaining chunk:
The next time I went outside the giant chunk had disappeared. While I realize that any number of things could have happened to it, I like to think that the little squirrel figured it out: sometimes those big rewards involve a lot of little steps along the way. Little bites, my squirrel friend, little bites.