fallen tree

My trees have been waiting for a trim for such a long time now. They have grown so tall and it just needed a cut.

Here is my tree cutter, who for such a long time seems to have a schedule so different from mine. We never meet. Whenever he comes, I am usually on my way out. But today, he finally came with his bike. With a propeller of an electric fan which he claims aid him to keep cool on the streets.

I marvel at how he clings from branch to branch. Like Tarzan.

Now for sometime, my birds will find another home.