Well, we ended up cutting down about 7 of the birch trees. Each one got a few good whacks with the sledge first. Branches had, by and large, already fallen off. Some sort of pest, we're told. Tops were mostly punky, but the trunks were mostly sound. With those, and two poplars (courtesy of last year's beavers) that we had retrieved and stored up off the ground over the winter, we ended up with 2 cords of stovelengths.
We took our time, planned our cuts and all went well. Except for the d**n flies. Black, horse, deer, they were all represented in good numbers, with mosquitoes thrown in for variety. Now we know why folks do their woodchores in the spring, before the bugs. 'Nother lesson learned.
Thanks for the tips, folks.
We took our time, planned our cuts and all went well. Except for the d**n flies. Black, horse, deer, they were all represented in good numbers, with mosquitoes thrown in for variety. Now we know why folks do their woodchores in the spring, before the bugs. 'Nother lesson learned.
Thanks for the tips, folks.