Screamer was supervising tree trimming.
Well, not really.
While I was trimming dead branches.
She was sneaking around.
So she could mess up the paths I just raked.
This sure doesn't seem like Winter.
Nice and warm in the sunshine.
I don't actually saw off that many dead branches.
I hook most of them, give them a yank and they pop off.
I just have to remember to get out of the way, look down
and hold my breathe
because all kinds of stuff comes falling down.
I must look pretty funny
standing under the trees waving that long pole around.
It is heavy and if it starts to fall
I can't balance it and it is a good thing it is metal
because I have to let it hit the ground.
I'm a dangerous tree trimmer to be around.
Screamer stays away.
Back to more tree trimming today and path making.
The naughty chicken got to the egg
before I did.