by cheri sabraw
We were lying in bed yesterday morning, listening to the delightful sounds of a morning coming to consciousness: Turkeys stepping through dry leaves, finches singing to their mates, blue jays squawking at will and the 6:30 am Southwest Airlines jet heading into Oakland to land.
I heard a crack. That was it–just a deep sound in our oak forest. Oh well, I wonder if my coffee is ready downstairs…
Within minutes, that crack opened up at the angle between two branches that must have weighed several tons or more; we heard a booming cracking thud, as one enormous arm of our beautiful old oak tree crashed down on a lower branch, equally as large.
I shuttered to think of all of the birds’ nests that sat up there in that oak.
This photo does not concern the part of the tree that broke off. I’ve included it so that you can view the immense canopy at the top.
We called our friends from Newark Tree Service–Felix (in his 70’s), his son Miguel and their friend Ephraim, all of whom have taken good care of our trees for many years.
Although they had already worked a full day elsewhere and are completely booked through the end of the year, up they came this afternoon to help.
When my husband got home from work, he joined in, as well.
Losing a part of a tree this big reminds us that these gentle giants are vulnerable to age and an imbalance of weight (like we humans are…)
The smell, however, of oak branches and acorns being shredded through a chipper is fragrant.
But not as delightful as all of those handsome men whom I am lucky enough to call my friends (and husband.)