Aug 21, 2010 20:21
A few years ago a small tree fell over alongside the driveway in a storm. It was not blocking traffic or at all dangerous so we felt no urgency in getting out the axes and saws. Then we noticed that the birds would gather on one branch now running parallel to and several feet up from the ground to await a turn at the nearby feeder. So we left things alone. Soon after that we noticed that some of the birds were vigorously passing the time while waiting. That's when we started calling it "The Branch of Love".
Today the branch broke and fell. 8(