The harder I looked the more I thought it was a squirrel. It never moved and I was already thinking of how I was going to park the car and make it through the snow to help the squirrel.
With the assistance of my zoom I realized ...
It was Woody.
So how did Woody get there?
Did a tree goddess put a spell on him?
Perhaps some wild sculptor added a bit of art to a barren fence?
A bored yet creative child?
These are the things I ponder.
