The town recently cut down a tree on my neighbour's front lawn because of root damage. Only in the past few years had the 20-year-old elm stretched its limbs far enough to provide a wonderful canopy of shade. Kind of sad, but residential trees live a very precarious existence, their lives hinging on the whims of humans.My concern was the chance that birds or squirrels had nested in the tree. For awhile, I debated whether to ask the men if they'd found a nest -- did I really want to know? Well ... of course I did.
They told me they always check before cutting, and if a nest with young is found, they'll wait a few weeks until it's vacant. Unfortunately, sometimes they don't see the babies and nest until it's on the ground. At that point, apparently there's nothing they can do. That's the part I didn't want to know (I'm notorious for sticking my head in the sand). Luckily, there was no nest in this tree.
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Hooray for no nests! Boo for losing another majestic tree.
The town will plant another (younger) tree, but we won't be around to see it grow because we plan to move to Toronto in a year or two. Let's hope the next tree makes it past its 20th birthday.
I thought all the elm trees had fallen to Dutch Elm disease years ago. I remember when a whole street where I lived had them all cut down at once. So sad.
I'm pretty sure it's an elm tree, Jan, but I could be wrong. Of course, there aren't any very much older than 20 years. Remember when we were in first or second grade, and we'd collect and identify leaves for school projects? I seem to have forgotten all that important leaf knowledge.
So sad to see any living thing cut down. Life, eh? Thank goodness though, for all the "new beginnings," as well.
To new beginnings!
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