You know us and trees: always something a-brewing.
This time, it fell in a harmless direction, structure-wise. This pine was planted by my mother’s great uncle, I always heard, probably soon after the place came into the family about a century ago.
Not only is there the split at the base, but there are splits all the way up both sides. Still, this part that came down (in a storm with a bunch of other downed trees around the place) was the size of a full tree all by itself.
We brushed out the top (still need to get that stuff to a brush pile and out of the field), and will tackle this section later. Thanks very much to our multi-skilled neighbor for the chainsaw work with his Husquie; we couldn’t have done it withoutcha!