Remember the leaning tree that was supposed to have been gone a few weeks ago? On Saturday, two men and one small boy arrived to cut it down. Don't worry, the little boy stayed in what he called the "safe zone" and supervised while sipping his root beer. Tuley stayed in his own safe zone - upstairs asleep. David had moved Tuley's house to the patio so it would also be out of harm's way. The smaller of the two men shimmied right up to the top of that tree and began to slice it up with his chainsaw from the top down. The other man directed from the ground, and within two hours it was done.
The woodpile is all that remains of that big ol' pine tree. Sniff! But it had to be done. As you can see, Tuley's house hasn't been moved back just yet, but he's improvised by sleeping near where it goes. We talked a little with the two men when they finished. They have some interesting stories about being places that I've only seen on the news - such as devastating ice storms and hurricanes. It sure doesn't sound like a glamorous job, but I am glad they do what they do. As soon as they finished, the neighbors who had been watching from windows emerged to check out the carnage. I'm pretty sure that we provide endless entertainment for the neighborhood. :) I'm amazed that not one hosta leave or fence post was harmed in the removal of the tree. Those guys really know what they're doing.