All that was left of the 100+ year old oak we cut down last year was the large truck. The tree was not only in the way of where the barn was to be built, but dying as well.
Similar the unknown to me history of the junk cars on our farm, this tree had years of stories to tell if it could. I could easily see where there had been drought years with very little growth going on and good years where the tree grew and grew. Seemed ashamed to have to cut it. I had to remind myself it was dying, in the way and would provided month’s worth of firewood for us.
The tree was in the dog yard where we had just opened up the fence and put in a gate to allow livestock in to graze rather than mow it any more. Our yearling heifer and weanling calves were the first to get to graze in there.
They sure were a curious bunch with the yearling, Crystal being the most curious. She got in so close Phillip had to shoo her away. You would think that noisy chain saw would be enough to scare cattle away!
Thank you old tree for keeping us warm this winter and providing entertainment for our young cattle.

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