I’ve heard trees whispering, singing, sighing, laughing. In books trees are forever groaning, creaking, twisting; old trees in older forests. But I hadn’t ever heard them do that in real life, until today.
While heralding the coming of a thunderstorm, a tree was creaking. No, it was squeaking, exactly the way huge, old, unoiled, scary doors do in horror movies. Probably it was a very old tree. I think he was telling his grandson how he survived the Great Lightening Storm of ’06 (“that’s 1806 to you, boy!”).
Maybe old trees creak only in thunderstorms?