March 5, 2018

Tarzan the Treeman and his cohorts chopped away at my other trees in order to get their equipment in to tackle the Jotun pine.  One of them is up in the tree now, sending tree-sized limbs down on a rope, which they then put through a grinder and render into chips. The men are silent and efficient. The machines roar. I cannot judge their efficiency. I rather like having them in the yard. The cats don’t.