Tree bark can play tricks with the imagination!
by X.J. Kennedy
The diet of the owl is not
For delicate digestions.
He goes out on a limb to hoot
And just because he winks like men
Who utter sage advice,
We think him full of wisdom when
He’s only full of mice.
I came across this tree root beneath the hedgerow beside the bridle way. At this time of the year, when the grass is comparatively inactive, all sorts of things become visible that are normally not noticed. At a first cursory glance I was not sure what I had found – you can perhaps understand why! It is, in fact, the rotting root of a hawthorn. The photo has not been ‘doctored’, except that some of the growth around the trunk has been removed to show its shape more clearly.