Sawin' Logs

Saturday morning two strange trucks were parked at the bottom of the hill.  I immediately thought we had trespassers since, once again, it is hunting season. Boyd hopped in the Bronco and sped down the hill, bent on scaring them off, only to discover they were here to take the wood.  Not only that, we were told they were coming and had just forgotten!  We had huge trees in a pile from when we pulled trees in front of the old house.   It didn't take long for the three of them to cut it, load it and haul it off.