October 13, 2017

White Dog was as puzzled as Steve. "There were no winds. Was not a storm. What the heck?" Most of the White Dog Army lined up along the deck barking their distress. Pearl and Bella had gone down the stairway on the other side of the deck and were at the far end of the yard noisily looking for clues. Stormer looked heavenward and complained.

Sachi and Bailey followed Steve down to examine the huge branch that was lying face planted next to our tiny (by comparison) Bradford Pear.

At some point during the night it had seemingly just severed its relationship with the giant shade tree that covers most of the yard. The tree has been slowly dying for years and we often find little castaways, sticks by comparison, that the WDA loves to play with and chew.

But this was a tree in itself. And the fact it just "dropped off" the trunk had everyone following Stormer's lead of looking up to survey if there were others.

"This could be a safety hazard," wooed Zsofia. "What if we were out playing and suddenly..." White Dog nosed Zso's face. "Step back, let's not get hysterical."

Steve added branch cleanup up to the weekend's "to do" list, as well as maybe some selective trimming. The WDA meantime has a new task added to their routine...falling branch watch...AND they have a new favorite area in which to wrestle and run...out in the "way back" free of tree branches but lacking in shade.