This morning we had a large tree in our backyard cut down to the ground. It was sickly and growing at a terrible angle, one where the top branches scraped our neighbor’s upstairs window and if it were to fall, it would take out a 1/3rd of their backyard fencing.
I realized once the tree trimmer started climbing the tree: that guy is good. I mean, you’ve gotta be in that line of work. If you’re only OK, you’ll drop branches on people’s heads, you’ll take a fall from 50 feet up, or otherwise make a mess of things really easily. This guy was hanging over our neighbor’s yard, on a thin branch, with a freaking chainsaw in his hand doing work. I mean, a chainsaw in my hands on the ground is a dangerous weapon… trying to wield that thing while dangling from a diseased tree? That’s some talent.
So: respect due to all those people that climb tall, dying trees in small backyards. You’re expensive, but you earn that money.
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