It was one of those things I loved as a child. When a tree, in a cartoon, came falling down, the character always shouted, “TIIIMM-BBEERR!” For some reason, this gave me a charge. It was funny in a scary way. And it was something I could recreate, albeit in a smaller way. I remember clearly how much I loved to pile blocks up as high as I could, so I could knock them down all at once and shout “TIMMM-BBEERR!”
Last week, I wrote about how the huge locust tree in our backyard was struck by lightening. Here are some pictures of the tree, a few days after the damage:
Every day the crack on the back side of the tree was widening, threatening to split, so this morning, the most efficient tree guys I’ve ever seen, took down our tree in two hours, using this truck:
So, they put a man in a harness and took him over the house and into the backyard, into the tree. He landed and began to work, immediately. Sorry for the blurry pictures. I’m not known for my photography skills.
So he cut off the first, smaller branch and sent it on it’s way. I’ve never seen a tree branch fly before.
More branches were cut.
Then, more flying trees.
And into the chipper went the branches. Not the trunk, though. Because we want to get something out of this disaster: Firewood!
Those two hours made for some really exciting neighborhood theatre. These folks got the best seats.
While I wouldn’t want to lose another tree (this is the second one in 1.5 years), it would be a lie to say that it wasn’t fun watching it go TIIMM-BBERR!
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