
The hollow at the bottom of the big tree drew me in.
What came first, I wondered, the creature or the home?
Was a critter still in there?

Signs of activity.
A closer inspection yielded sticks and dust but no animal brave enough or angry enough to come out to greet me … or yell at me for intruding.
Now I’ll wonder about how long this tree has before too much hollow will make it fall.
I am sure many of the tree hollows in our area have had their share of tenants over the years, Mark.
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What came first, the hollow or the tenants, Bruce? I walk and I wonder.
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When I see a tree hollow, it reminds me of the boy who ran away to the Catskills in the book, My Side of the Mountain. He lived in a hollow of a tree. I would dream of running away and living like that as kid, and occasionally as an adult.
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That was one fantastic book. I haven’t thought of it in, well, five decades? Thanks for the reminder, Clay. Have a fantastic day.
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Were you brave enough to stick your hand in?
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No, I didn’t want to lose it, ladysighs.
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I love those little hollows in trees, and always wonder who lives there-
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Perfect to set up one of your fairy villages, Beth.
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Exactly what I was thinking
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