Death and life
I was sitting quietly in my favorite chair reading when a groany-growly noise started out back that sounded rather like a horribly-tuned Harley.
Then I heard a big crack, and some buried part of my hindbrain made me scramble up to run for the door.
My hindbrain is smart. Took a while for the rest of my brain to catch up and identify the sound as a decidedly large tree falling. Not on us, fortunately, nor on any inhabited structure, but the neighbors are going to have some hefty fence repair to do. Shame to lose the tree, but according to David it was inevitable given the windstorms we had during the winter; on investigation, he found that the tree had been hollowed most of the way through. Well, I daresay some critters will find it a good home.
And speaking of critters, we have a starling nest in our utility closet. I can hear the little nippers saying tsip, tsip now and then. I have made a small offering of canteloupe innards, but I draw the line at hunting grubs; mama starling will just have to find her own.