I followed the sound of the chainsaw, because today the artist is a woodsman.
And the mighty oak fell. What a shower of golden leaves, like a confetti celebration.
There were two mice who were much alarmed at the toppling of their townhouse. We aren't sure where their house was, but they lingered on the tree very confused. I felt bad for their shock but there are many more places for little mice to winter over in these woods.
And the woodsman is making sure we are warm as we winter over in our home, warmed by the fire of a wood-burning furnace. It's a cozy feeling.
I hope he knows how much I appreciate his hard work to take good care of us.