We could not leave it there for fear it would fall on someone's head.
So hubby brought up the backhoe.
|Hubby on backhoe getting ready to attack tree limb.|
|He moved the backhoe bucket ever so gently, like a mother cat stroking her young.|
|He moved the bucket and pushes on the limb.|
|The limb caught on another tree, of course. So he lowered the bucket and lifted from the end of the branch.|
|Tada! The big branch is down on the ground, ready to be sawed up and placed on the wood pile.|