Felling timber can be a dangerous task, one we take very seriously . The kids are usually with us and thankfully are now old enough to better understand the dangers involved and know to stay together and always more than a tree length away from Dad when he's on the chainsaw.
Saturday morning we set about cutting some large trees, which would become split posts for yet another fencing project ahead of us. Only second tree of the day and the chainsaw stuck, as can happen when a tree decides to come back on the bar, not falling the way predicted. This particular tree, with a slight lean one way (obviously usually the way it will fall), had a number of branches almost counter-balancing it, combined with a slight breeze meant it tricky to predict accurately where it might fall.
Finally, with wedges and crowbars not budging the great monster, the big fella used a second saw to start cutting another wedge and down she fell. A second tree close by though caught the first one, causing the butt of it to swing wildly back to not where it should have fallen. In the process, the cut end of the tree fell straight on his foot. And there they stayed. Lucky and unlucky all in one.
To no avail I tried to lift the tree with a crowbar, then set about cutting the tree a couple of feet away from his foot. Of course I managed to get that chainsaw stuck, then with kids assisting tried again with crowbars. Eventually with digging, a car jack, the second chainsaw, much sweating, some swearing and about thirty minutes elapsing, we got it off him. I had to sit with head between knees as I was immediately going to feint, Sally turned the colour of putty and had to have her head stuck between her knees as well. At least we managed to all hold it together while we needed to.
It gave us all a fright. The big fella's okay, wouldn't let me take him to town, his limp's subsiding except when he thinks you're looking. Had it landed an inch further up his foot, untold damage could have been done to his foot, but it didn't. And as the weekend progressed and his humour and cheek returned, I keep reminding him he's lucky I didn't leave him there.
(I took these photos on a lick-run later yesterday incase you thought I was happy-snapping at the time).