Long after a tree has stopped being alive, it continues to support life. Even though its vital juices have stopped (without leaves there is no pull of water to the canopy, and thus no carbohydrates are sent to the roots), the wood established over the life of the tree persists for decades. I admire all habitat trees like this one, and am grateful for the quality of boundless generosity they demonstrate. The proliferation of holes in this snag (a standing dead tree) make clear that it has offered food and homes for many beings for quite a long time, including birds and microorganisms and parts of the food web we can’t fathom for its complexity. Long live our habitat trees!
(¸.•´ (¸.•` ¤ I am honoured and privileged to work, live and play on the unceded territory of the Coast Salish people, including those of the xʷməθkwəy̓əm (Musqueam), Səl̓ílwətaʔ/Selilwitulh (Tsleil-Waututh) and Skwxwú7mesh (Squamish) Nations.