Precarious Perch
I would love to have been watching the action when this unlikely balance resulted. We’ve got a new “situation” not far off-trail in our woods today.
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It is so high that I’d rather not mess with trying to bring it down. Imagine what must have happened when that snapped off, tipped into the adjacent branches and then dropped back onto the trunk from which it had come. Impressive.
I would prefer that we soon have another high-wind event to wiggle the trees enough to dislodge that precarious perch so we don’t have to do it ourselves.
We probably have enough rope to toss a line over to pull it down, but I’m not too keen about spending much time beneath it.
For all the “widow-maker” half-fallen trees we endlessly see in our small acreage of woods, this one is a rarity.
Maybe our forest bathing excursions should require hard hats.
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Get your brother Elliott to bring it down! This summer I found him high in a tree in his yard, practicing with rigging. I was totally impressed!
katykatrinka
November 16, 2019 at 5:06 pm
Yes! He has been here, done that, already in the past for our other trees. I learned tricks from Elliott on tossing a line over a high limb and looping up my long ropes for storage.
johnwhays
November 17, 2019 at 11:00 am