I regularly walk a mile around the upper-downtown area and along Calhoun Avnue. I pass by two, actually three, magnificent cottonwoods in their four seasons of splendor–a place where ravens like to hangout and talk. We seem friends. I’ve been doing this now for a number of years. Last week was little different-except now those particularly stalwart trees are dead. Cut right down to the very toes. Now my raven buddies have no where to hangout. Why? What a total shame and there was not even the slightest hint of rot right down to their deepest heartwood–who decided they had to go? But why?
Alan R. Munro,
Juneau