Man - crazy shit. I wouldn’t doubt it.
I was surprised and not pleased recently when my wife sent me a gmail about my son’s flight info. I did not open the gmail.
When I googled the airline’s website seeking on-time information, without my entering any info, it presented my son’s flight.
When I mentioned that to someone, they said, “Of course. When you signed up for gmail, you authorized them reading your mail.”
But - creepiness aside, I found the discussion of coppicing and pollarding interesting. Can imagine many others might not. Then, after that, you can read Hardy’s Woodcutters, and understand the hurdles and wattles they are constructing.
(Strikes a chord between my interests in older English literature, plants, and gardening.)