I’m making lots of noise on the street today, getting five dead ash trees taken down, one that has a three-trunk base, sitting over the large propane tank. The chipper is here, and a crew of about six. One man, with nerves of steel, is the climber. Not a job I could ever have.
I’ll be glad when they are done and safe. He’s waaaaay up there!
My only hesitation in taking down the three-trunked tree? There were two birds nests in it and a giant woodpecker who came peck-peck-pecking around in the dead drunk.