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Trimming tall trees

(This is a stock photo, not our tree guy.)

Every time I cut the lawn, I would look up at our tallest palm trees and think, “I really need to find someone to clean up those branches.” Lately, ten-foot long dried up fronds have been blowing down whenever a storm blew through. Even the trees were telling me they needed a trim.

Someone gave me our tall front yard palm trees when they were only a foot high. Now, they’ve grown to twenty-five feet tall, far beyond what I can trim myself.

When I heard a knock at the door, I saw his truck out on the street. John had trimmed my palm trees before. I was really glad to see him. It had probably been three years since his last visit. He walked about the base of the four tall trees, sizing up the job and quote me a price. We shook hands and he and his partner got to work.

He’s been doing this kind of work for about forty years, as long as the community has been here. He pulled a twenty-four foot extension ladder out of his truck, and as his assistant set it in place and raised the top portion, he sat down, attached tree climbing spikes to his boots, and sharpened his chain saw.

I didn’t remember him using the climbing spikes before. I soon found out why he strapped them on. He climbed up to the top rung of the extended ladder, strapped himself to the tree, and then used the spikes to climb another six feet up the tree. From there, he started up the chain saw and cleaned up the overgrown branches. His assistant held the ladder and carried each trimmed branch to the trailer.

I could hardly look. But I couldn’t look away, either. He was careful, but fearless. He was efficient and finished the whole job in less than ninety minutes. Two-thirds of the job was putting up the ladder, climbing up and down, and loading up the trimmed fronds.

As we said the last two times, “It’s worth every penny.” There’s no way I’d be up there with or without a chain saw. And I suspect he charged less than the tree services who are often in our neighborhood looking for business. He just cruises the county roads, looking for overgrown trees.

And, he takes a check for payment.

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Welcome to the neighborhood

Not the eagle we saw, but pretty close. Photo by Ivan K. Fox on Unsplash

A week ago, I helped my youngest and her family move out of their home into a temporary place while their new home is being built this summer. It was an atypical move since they had sold or given away a lot of their furniture. But there were plenty of boxes to keep everyone busy.

About halfway through unloading the first trailer load, someone looked up and said, “Quick, everyone come out here. Look, it’s a bald eagle!” The bird was sitting atop a thirty-foot-high scrub pine tree right behind their home. We watched for a few minutes to see if a mate might be nearby, but he or she didn’t join us.

This temporary home is next to a large pond, not far from a popular nesting area in a state park. When you’re looking for them, bald eagles make themselves scarce. Even when we go to the zoo, they often hide from the crowds. I love catching a glimpse of these beautiful birds who are willing to share their home with us here in northeast Florida.

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Wood Stork

Either I’m becoming more observant, or new birds are suddenly in my field of vision. Today, simply walking Samson, we saw a few of these:

A Wood Stork is the only stork native to North America. They slowly stalk but quickly snap up fish, frogs and whatever else they can find in swamps, ponds and today, roadside ditches.

Birdwatchersdigest.com nominates them for “ugliest bird,” but I think that’s a bit harsh. The eating must have been good today, since this one hardly looked up when I paused to take his (and his friend’s) picture.

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Sand Hill Crane

In between sessions at workshop yesterday, I was walking by a wall of windows and saw this guy staring at me through from the other side of the window, just foot away. I stood really still and he stood really still until I got a few nice pictures and he slowly wandered off.

He looked a bit different than the usual herons I’ve seen in the area. Today I went to allaboutbirds.org and used their handy identification guide. With just a few clicks indicating location, size and color, “Sand Hill Crane” popped up. Bingo! He (assuming this was a “he”) was probably wintering in Volusia County. His slow, graceful gait was mesmerizing. I wish I could have seen him fly. His wingspan would have been magnificent. I loved watching his backward-bending knees and the way his toes splayed out each time he took a step.

I wouldn’t be surprised if he was surprised to find a church and parking lot in the place that was remote and wooded the last time he was here. He may have been thinking the same thing about me. A year ago this church wasn’t here, either. Natural wetlands are succumbing to relentless development in this part of Florida.

I think we were both a little sad.