We had to put one of our wonderful trees down. It had developed a fungal disease that required multiple sprayings with chemicals. I am not opposed to a squirt or two but to spray a whole tree would contaminate too much stuff…like my pond.
The tree had a beautiful canopy that shaded a part of the patio. Although we have other shade trees nearby, the patio will be in full sun for most of the afternoon. Bummer!
The birds aren’t happy either. It was a great landing place before swinging over to the Café Kate for some seeds. After that, they could have a little brewski in the bird bath to wash it down. Then a little skinny-dip in the pond and they were good.
In taking it down, I almost stepped on a frog that was checking out the action. He looked disapproving. Just how is this going to affect his pond was what he was thinking.
A new tree is coming next week. We got a very large one that is already 15’ with a good canopy. As I told the person at the tree farm, I’m getting old. I don’t have time to wait around for a tree to grow. I may be in a nursing home with a diaper or in the ground by the time a small one is big enough to shade anything.
It’s an adjustment for all of us, people and critters. There is sadness about it because the tree wasn’t old.
A guy I used to work with fed hummingbirds. He became attached to them which was unusual because he wasn’t a pet kind of guy.
One day he brought a dead hummingbird in to see if anyone knew why it had died. It certainly was a conversation starter.
He would whip it out of his pocket (wrapped in a paper towel) and say, “Do you know why this bird died?”
I don’t think he found out. No one was willing to do an autopsy. Another mystery of life.