A couple of days later. Hubby starts cutting down what's left of the poor old tree. Of course when I saw him get out the Bobcat and do this little maneuver, I wanted to question his sanity. But I just keep my mouth shut. 'Cause bein' this close to the road. And livin' on a family farm. Solo maneuver's like this one. Don't last long. Equipment draws the men folk like bees to honey.
And soon and very soon. My Dad rolls up. Has a little chat with hubby then heads back to the garage. For reinforcements. Backup. Which we will get to in Part 4.
Hubby starts cutting a wedge. When I saw this picture, the size of this tree just hits home again. And that was only part of it. 1/3rd to be exact. Sigh.
More to come...