This is definitely one for the scapbook when I get chance. Picture it, a quiet Saturday morning. Mom is away at a weekend gig. Dad is home puttering around on the computer, while the boys play in their room. Suddenly there is a scattering noise on the roof and then a great thud. Is it another earthquake? Rooftop squirrel gang violence? Nope. It is not one but two of my neighbor's 50 foot trees.
When I got home that afternoon, it looked like Armageddon house. Never a dull moment around these parts. Now we have a front yard full of chopped up tree parts. Let me know if you need firewood.