If a Tree Falls....
For the past week, all day, every day, starting at about 7:00 am, several large chainsaws start growling in the woods to the west of us. Our neighboring farmer is having his timber harvested.
Interspersed with the the saws' whining are the sounds of tree trunks cracking and protesting as they fall, for the first and last time, to the ground with a thump you can feel in your feet, even from a mile away, the same way you can feel the bass drum in your heart as a marching band in a parade passes you by.
Timbering your land is a time-honored tradition here in SE Ohio. It's everyone's right to "harvest" what they want to from their property. What baffles me is: Why do they have to cut in the middle of the songbird nesting season? What can't they wait until fall or even August?
We're sure that the recent sightings in our yard of cerulean warblers and summer tanagers are of birds who have been displaced from the woods being timbered. It's hard to imagine a summer tanager being forced to leave its nest as the tree it's built in teeters, then falls over.
So we try not to think of that. Instead we try to think about how the newly opened up woods will be good for turkeys and grouse. How resilient this land is. And how the power of Nature means green trees will still be here long after these chainsaws are rusted, broken, and silent.