The ash trees were skinny saplings growing at the edge of our barn when we bought the place in 1987, and we left them alone, eventually using them for a shaded chicken yard. The chickens are out of luck now, my friends.
The weather was lovely, up to 60, and my folks had good seats for supervising. I know they both wish they could be helping.
Oh, J took down the clothesline as a precaution, since we are moving that as well. We have a small electric chainsaw, so J and I worked on the smaller branches and G and #5 teamed up on the bigger ones. And I was helping, but I also had to take the pictures, therefore you will have to take my word for it.
Doesn't that look like he should be saying " You've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel lucky?' Well, do ya punk?" *
* No parents were harmed in the downing of these trees. They were not allowed to use any tools nor tote branches, bales or barges.