It likes to have it's burl rubbed.
But who wouldn't, really?
Here's a bit of a spooky light. The dark foreground with the sparkles is the foot thick ice under the Cedar bridge. The moonlight and streetlights above are casting an ethereal glow out past the shadows.... And one of the spookier inhabitants of the bridge.
A pigeon, or more formally a "rock dove" with a supernatural green cowl.
Perhaps there are Orks nearby...?
Hey, wait... I was the only one there. Hunh.