YES! A LOUD CRACKING, TEARING, AND FINALLY, LOUD CRASHING SOUND!
After we had made camp for the night, I was inside the motorhome and Mike was walking along a dry river bed that was below ground level, we both heard loud noises that sounded like a tree falling. Mike quickly ran up to ground level to see in the distance, a cloud of dust.
We walked to near where the cloud of dust had been to find a large limb with smaller branches and leaves, the size of a small tree, that had torn away and fallen from high up a tree. An old mud bird’s nest was lying next to the fallen limb.