We had to cut down a cedar bush-tree in our yard. It was tall and big and a favorite of all sorts of birds. A flock of finches has been gathering there for weeks, chattering away and pooping all over. I put out leftover bread, they swoop in and pounce on it.
But the trunk was rotting away, putting the house, garage, etc. at risk. And the condo association wants to replace the fence; the tree was in the way. Certainly good reasons to get rid of it.
But now they just finished cutting it down, I looked out there, and–
I feel so exposed. 😛 I’m used to the big bush-tree hiding us from the neighbors.
Ah, bush-tree, I will miss you.
And now I expect the flock of finches to give us the stink eye.