These two men hit the job early this morning, after a pancake apiece.
Although the stump is only tipped, Peter takes a premature victory pose.
Ruminating on how to proceed.
By the time I returned from my weekly trip to Salvation Army, they had conquered the beast, cut him up, and tossed him (well, that might be hyperbole) into the bed of the truck.
Now our (very dirty) patio is ready for some beautification! One of the things that will happen is a wall on that outer edge so the neighbors' dogs can't see us and bark at us ALL DAY LONG.