I’d was about to pour my second cup of coffee when the racket outside drew my attention. At first I thought it was a small circus but watching for a while the rambunctious group slowly became organized.
Ropes and a couple chain-saws were removed from the Bob-Cat. Then as one of the crew heaved a Monkeys-Fist into the dead White-Oak tree next door the first rope pulled over a limb high in the tree. One arborist tied into the rope and ascended. It wasn’t long before the smaller dead branches started dropping to the ground, the larger branches came down on a Zip-Line, attached to the Bob-Cat.
After lunch work began on the trunk, pieces also came down on the zip-line and carried off by the Bob-Cat, while the scraps were fed to the chipper.
By day’s end the ground was clear, even twigs and sawdust cleaned up and no more threat of a falling tree. Now the squirrels needed to find new homes.
For the 98th Challenge of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers or the Week of 01-17 through 01-23-2017.
This week’s photo prompt is provided by Shivangi Singh. Thank you Shivangi for our photo prompt!