I don't want to believe it. Tam came in from the porch not twenty minutes ago, saying, "The tree in the front yard is making popping noises."
Went out and listened and it was indeed producing sounds. Quiet ones, pop...rustle...pip. Squirrels setting up housekeeping? A raccoon? Then it went "P-POP skkkkt!" and started to sag. Down it went, breaking -- splitting! -- at the spot where the hollow branch broke off, the one I posted a photograph of this very morning.
Somehow it didn't hit the streetlight or the power drop to it; somehow it missed our neighbor's car. Alas, it is arched right over the sidewalk and the branch* is still slowly splitting lengthwise, high on the trunk. I ran a string and hung warning signs on it to encourage pedestrians to not walk under the hazard. We already have a call into Mr. Tree Guy.
If it's not one thing, it's two things.
I am not unique among gunbloggers for treefall, either! Ouch, Mr. B.
* Branch, trunk, whatever. The tree forks into two separate, yet equally important parts (cue Law'n'Order sound). Call them what you will, but one part has done broke.
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