More than two years ago, we spotted a hackberry growing WAY UP in one of our live oaks in the back yard. We knew it had to be removed, but I worried about how and by whom. Well, this afternoon, the deed got done. By James. He'd assured me that he could do it and not kill himself. But still, I worried. Sure enough, he got the ladder just right, pulled up our handy-dandy Extractigator by rope, and almost managed to yank the good-sized tree out. But it broke near the bottom. James sprayed the stem and area with black pruning paint. I'm so glad that chore got done. Now I don't have to worry about our live oak and James.
