Lumberjack On The Farm

One of the trees near the house died. Our lumberjack on the farm was tired of looking at the dead limbs, so decided he’d do something about it this weekend and play tree surgeon.

The problem was the tree’s location. It’s near a pole with a transformer, electric lines, the house, and several fences. So The Farmer devised a plan to get the tree limb to fall in the one direction it could safely go.

First he climbed up in the tree and tied a rope around the offending limb, then he took that rope and hooked it to another rope with a winch on one end, and that rope anchor-tied to a big walnut tree in the back yard.

Once that was done, he climbed up in the tree.

Then he was ready to start sawing on the tree limb.

He went up and down two or three times, but the limb was stubborn. It didn’t want to crack loose and fall down away from the tree.  (I think it is safe to say The Farmer does NOT have a master’s degree in aboriculture.)

Finally he sawed through enough of the wood that it DID work.

Of course, it didn’t fall *exactly* where it should have, and part of it crashed down on the pallet fence.  But at least none of it fell on our Lumberjack.

You can see the limb was pretty high up in the tree

Here’s a close-up of where the limb finally broke totally off:

Now there’s a mess of tree limbs on the ground to clean up:

Our lumberjack on the farm, aka tree surgeon, aka arboriculturalist, is still eyeballing the remaining dead tree limbs with thoughts of yet more removals.  I shudder to think where the next one might land, as it is even closer to the electric wires.

Is there a tree surgeon in the house?