I’m not just a tree, by the way. I’m a home. A community. Folks nest on my branches. Burrow between my roots. Lay eggs on my leaves. And then there are my hollows. Tree hollows—holes in a trunk or branch—are not uncommon, especially in trees like me who’ve been around awhile. Hollows can be small enough for tiny salt-and-pepper chickadees or a family of deer mice. Or they can be quite large, big enough for an open-minded bear.
