He/She came over the wall in a black refuse sack,not even showing a paw!Next thing I know there it was,wedged in the fork of a tree,head up seemingly determined to make it to the top.Every day since seems to move a bit up or a bit down but evidently happy to remain where it has found itself.
See for yourself,but be warned that if you happen to be walking a dog on a lead be prepared for mayhem.
On the Blue Trail,in the Spruce Wood before you make your way out of the wood on your descent towards the east gate.
Ah go on and take a selfie with ....
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