There has been building work going on at the end of the road for some time now. So I wasn't unduly surprised when a sound like a dentist's drill permeated the air on Friday morning. After it went on...and on...and on... I decided to investigate further, only to find we had a new tree-dweller (albeit temporary) across the road.
Here's where we started:
With the lesser-spotted tree surgeon hanging from the branches...
And denuded and stumpy (the tree, not the surgeon), before the trunk was felled.
I can't say I'm happy to see it go, but I hope it will give the deciduous trees that are next to it more room to wriggle their toes. And seeing the tree surgeon at work was fascinating; he was veritably scampering up and down the trunk with his spiked shoes and the strap to sit on.
Since it was felled, the pigeons (who fortunately were nesting elsewhere) have been extremely annoyed. They have been sitting on the telegraph pole or the lamp post and exercising pigeon vocabulary in displeased tones. I reckon they are missing their fun, as they used to bounce on the branches gleefully, as though it were some kind of pigeon amusement park.