Trees Work

I'm frazzled. Aaron the tree guy showed up this morning and cut down some ailing trees that were too close to the house.
I was amazed watching him and his crew work. There were some limbs hanging precariously over our house. One wrong move and we'd have sweet gum for dinner. But Aaron and his crew used tree gaffs, ropes and chain saws and cut the tree from the top down.
One guy drove a BobCat tractor with angry looking jaws. The bottom jaw was like a big scoop but the top jaws were these gnashing pincher teeth.
This particular BobCat must have been built specifically for this chore because he would ease in the back yard, chomp down on huge sections of the felled tree and haul the stuff outside my fence to a place designated for the debris.
By the time they were finished, there was nothing left of the two huge trees but some sawdust.
I love to watch craftsmen work. They were methodical, polite, they listened, and they did what they said they would do for the price they said they would do it for.
I'm going to hit the couch and stretch out for awhile. There's a very good chance this will be an early night in the Watson household.