Who are the Watchers in the Woods?

Sometimes when I go walking in the woods, I feel like I'm being watched.
Sure, the wildlife takes note of me and generally ignore me. The trees watch us, we all know that. The wind checks me out, and the sun looks closer at me.
    I pass inspection. I hang out here often enough, they know me.
    And then sometimes I sensed another Watcher. Finally, I decided to start addressing it, or them,  directly. Just random chats, at first, until I got the distinct notion that I was being heard. So I began to ask for gifts, just to check this out. I needed a good walking stick once, it was an icy day. And there in my path, around the corner, was the perfect hardwood staff, the right fit, with a handhold.
    Now I too am a Watcher in the Woods.