A smog of testosterone and saw dust lay over 517 O'Neal yesterday as Brian scaled the unruly and decrepit trees in our yard to lop off some giant limbs. Woody and Jamie watched with contented and mildly delirious grins on their faces as Brian revved up one of his (numerous) chainsaws and waled on some oaks. I did not witness any chest beating, but it may have happened when Ginger and I were on one of our two trips to the hardware store. (The first to get a new chain for the chainsaw, the second to get an outdoor faucet to replace the one a mighty limb sheared off.)
Trees in the back and on the side of the house were also tamed by Brian. (More pics of Brian in the treetops will be posted once I get some images from Ginger). In the backyard, HUGE parts of the oak came down:
Here is Brian chainsawing the limbs into luggable pieces:
Ginger had to coax Woody into working:
And then had to show him how to move limbs:
Where is Jamie you may ask? He is moving some of the most hulking massive logs you ever did see, much larger than these twigs Woody and Brian are piddling with here:
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Was this, like, a Husqvarna/Jonsered party, no Stihls need apply?
'Cause I would of totally been there.
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