Wow. Rarefish's cherry/vine looks mighty impressive. And Unc, you have my sympathy--I stay away from that plant when possible.
Reminds me of a job I did several years ago. On a county contract aimed at reducing fuel load around homes. Was at this batty old gal's place--her work really didn't fit the county program, but I was trying to be nice--public relations, just do the job and move on.
Her place was full of rock walls and brushpiles. One huge and ancient brushpile she wanted me to pull apart and run thru the chipper. Nope, I said, not touching that. (I never saw such a welcome environment for rattlesnake.) We put a day and a half of work in there, me and my helper growing more disenchanted with the piddly-ass trimming work she wanted us to do, more landscaping than it was tree work. I don't do landscaping.
Then my helper almost stepped on a coiled rattler, not a big one but it was real. The old gal wanted me to kill it, which I wouldn't. I told her it had every right to be there and wasn't hurting anyone.
The old girl pointed up into a tree and asked, "Can you get that twig up there." Which was when my patience ran out.
We went down to the chipper, ran a few sticks through, and I told my helper--Gather the tools. We're out of here.
I told the lady that I'd torqued my back at the chipper. We're done. See ya.
Got an email from her the next day. The county sent a woman out to relocate the rattler for her. She said, "She was the same one who came last year to remove the six-footer from my front doorway."
We'd been in and out of trees, brush, and rock all over her place. Jeez! (She's famous with us, Annie of Lyons.)
Reminds me of a job I did several years ago. On a county contract aimed at reducing fuel load around homes. Was at this batty old gal's place--her work really didn't fit the county program, but I was trying to be nice--public relations, just do the job and move on.
Her place was full of rock walls and brushpiles. One huge and ancient brushpile she wanted me to pull apart and run thru the chipper. Nope, I said, not touching that. (I never saw such a welcome environment for rattlesnake.) We put a day and a half of work in there, me and my helper growing more disenchanted with the piddly-ass trimming work she wanted us to do, more landscaping than it was tree work. I don't do landscaping.
Then my helper almost stepped on a coiled rattler, not a big one but it was real. The old gal wanted me to kill it, which I wouldn't. I told her it had every right to be there and wasn't hurting anyone.
The old girl pointed up into a tree and asked, "Can you get that twig up there." Which was when my patience ran out.
We went down to the chipper, ran a few sticks through, and I told my helper--Gather the tools. We're out of here.
I told the lady that I'd torqued my back at the chipper. We're done. See ya.
Got an email from her the next day. The county sent a woman out to relocate the rattler for her. She said, "She was the same one who came last year to remove the six-footer from my front doorway."
We'd been in and out of trees, brush, and rock all over her place. Jeez! (She's famous with us, Annie of Lyons.)