I’d lost my breakfast over Red River Gorge, fallen off my horse in the Daniel Boone National Forest, and now I was 65 feet in the air with my nose stuck in a woodpecker hole.
Chloe was the first to notice. “Woody, look at this.” When I didn’t respond, Chloe looked at me.
“Are you OK, Woody?” Chloe asked.
“Are you stuck?”
“Should I get Mom and Dad?”
Wag, wag, wag.