We've got some doozers for trees on our little lot in town. We used to have 11 trees in our backyard, but now we just have four. The biggest four. The others came down when we put up the garage about 5 years ago or so. But now, these big 'uns, funny thing...they sprout big limbs. And ain't no way I was getting up there to chop 'em down.
So we hired this guy.
This same guy used to make fun of my bowling moves back in the late '80's, so I figure he's fair blogging game.
But he seemed to know what he was doing. I told him I wasn't going to watch
but I a little bit peeked
but only thru my lens. I couldn't watch otherwise. Goodness..that's up there
Pa Torm couldn't be here...so I promised him I'd take some pictures. The tree climber is married to a first cousin of Pa's that goes by the name of "Wub". Pa has a lot of cousins, around 80 or so. They come in handy. We'd rather pay family to do the job when we have the option
And hopefully now I won't have quite as many birds pooping on my line drying clothes.