About an hour and a half ago Aubrey and I were enjoying a nice, quiet, albeit windy, Saturday afternoon. Aubrey was napping (post-call) and I was reading some articles for school. The enormous hickory tree in our back yard was standing upright, in the manner common to trees.
The first order of business is to thank God that the tree fell the direction it did. Because the base of the tree is only about 20 feet from the corner of our house, and it easily could have put a sizable hole in the roof. Thankfully it fell in the perfect direction to avoid just about everything of value, except for several other trees.
I don't think either of the pictures really does justice to the size of this tree. It's huge. On its way down it took out another tree of equal size which fell further back into the forest.
I went outside to investigate. Neighbors Dave and Kimber were already out investigating. Amidst the wreckage, Kimber had heard the whimpering of several baby squirrels, and was gathering them up in towels to bring them inside.
These poor little guys must have had an awfully wild ride. Thankfully our neighbors (and Aubrey) are exceedingly kind hearted toward small rodentia, and they were getting taken care of quite nicely. We even called our friend Sally, who is a vet, and who lives just down the road, and she came and examined the squirrels. Our neighbors are going to consider raising the squirrels, and if not, they will pass them off to one of Sally's friends who does squirrel rehab.
Squirrel rehab. Who knew?