So, tonight at the new house…the kids and I got to watch Jut and Dad take down a tree. I really wish I would have had the camera. The story would be much more entertaining with pictures.
I'm happily cleaning up on the front side of the house. Here comes Dad holding a chainsaw. He heads over to a tree. Then, Jut drives the tractor over to a tree. Dad climbs into the bucket on the tractor. (Thankfully minus the chainsaw!)
The kids are watching amazed asking, "What is Dad doing driving the tractor? Why is G'pa climbing in the bucket? What in the world are they doing?"
Then Jut pulls a lever and raises Dad up into the air inside the bucket. The kids next to me are going nuts. I'm thinking that this has disaster written all over it…and my cell phone is dying and I won't be able to call 911 when needed…and my kids are going to be eye witnesses to this potential disaster and scarred for life.
However, Dad wraps a rope around the tree. Jut lowers him down and basks up the tractor to pull the tree in the appropriate direction. Dad fires up the chainsaw and down comes the tree. Dad cuts it up a bit. Jut drives the tractor away with some of the branches. Seems all anticlimactic when I write it down. I was holding my breath for a few minutes and the kids were going crazy.
What I've learned…it is not just the little boys that I'm going to have to worry about while living on the farm. The big boys might turn some of my hair gray too. It must be that Y-chromosome.