The local farmer who makes maple syrup is logging some trees on my brother's property. Something about the syrup lines. So, in the deep mid-winter, the farmers work is never done.
The muddied road they created to get into the woods. I can hear a chain saw in there but am not going to get any closer.
They have cut quite a few trees in the last few days.
Here, the trunks dangle in the jaws of the backhoe?
It is kind of exciting really. My brother's land goes down the hill into the forest as far a the stream. I am envious.
The local farmer who makes maple syrup is logging some trees on my brother's property. Something about the syrup lines. So, in the deep mid-winter, the farmers work is never done.
The muddied road they created to get into the woods. I can hear a chain saw in there but am not going to get any closer.
They have cut quite a few trees in the last few days.
Here, the trunks dangle in the jaws of the backhoe?
It is kind of exciting really. My brother's land goes down the hill into the forest as far a the stream. I am envious.
