To the BrownStone pack there is nothing more exciting than a squirrel. Any time a door is opened, they rush out in anticipation of the chase. This morning was no exception. The squirrel in this apple tree held their attention for about 1/2 hour. They were oblivious to the logging going on just feet beyond their stakeout.
The stand of trees outside my office were logged with horses and re-planted around the time we were married. Today the new trees were thinned by the coolest machine. The logger can limb, cut, fall, cut to length and load the trees with less noise and forest floor impact than the horses of old. The saw makes a brief whir sound unlike the whine of chain saws. The logs are not drug across the ground to a landing for loading. They are loaded where they fall and the vehicle breaks up the limbs as it drives over them. Without all the competition for sun, water and soil, the remaining trees should really grow fast now.
