Abstract Thursday; an incident

Last summer, when we had many very tall birches cut, the tree man, Chuck, had wanted to fall a birch on the driveway that he said was bad. I was adamantly against it, as the tree was full of holes and nests for the Red breasted sapsucker and others. So they left it. Yesterday a huge part of a trunk had broken, and was stuck up it the next tree. Here comes Chuck again and works his magic. The Chickadees were sounding an alarm, as the operation went on.