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I've Fallen And I Can't Get Up...

So it's firewood for you then.

When I went outside yesterday I got the strangest feeling that something was different. Couldn't put my finger on it.

Went over to the Chicken coop, fed and watered them. Into the blue shed to look for some electrical stuff - back to the storage shed when I noticed, well O.K., Just about tripped over:

This is one of three trees that was supporting a shed that is mostly filled with old wood and metal. This particular one had a hoisting arm swinging on a cable. It creaked in the wind. I have never felt comfortable about the three dead trees, and want to liberate the living fir from the sheds. A faller friend of mine came and downed one of the larger dead firs. It was sound all the way to the top. The one that fell down in the wind a day ago wasn't. We didn't hear a thing. The bottom of it was basically ant dust - although it wasn't readily apparent from the outside. The building was holding the tree up-- not the other way round. Anyway glad it came down so I don't have to worry about it any more. I wouldn't get the building torn down until this summer. Hopefully I will be able to re-use some of the poles and tin from the roof. And of course as much of the old fir barn wood as I can. There is probably enough there to floor our place.

Thankfully the tree came down along side the old log building I want to rebuild. The only damage was where the swing arm hit the roof and it isn't worth saving anyway.

The electrician managed to get the sub panel hooked up and today it's listening to CBC radio and installing outlets, heater and maybe fixtures. Progress.


Kevin said…
How weird is that? We just talked about that tree! I am glad it came down without incident and missing the old shed.

Luck was on your side!

Carol Browne said…
Yay! Everyone's okay, but jeez, that's a big tree to just suddenly come down like that.

Sneaky falling down tree. YIKES.

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