So this morning I had an appointment in town. Chicken Mama was doing some work at her home. Erin (Garden Now - Think Later) and #2 son were occupied in town. The "boys" (Erin's hubby with his #1 son, and Papa Pea) set off to clear our hiking loop behind the house of blow downs that had accumulated this past summer.
#1 son is seven years old. He worked like a seventeen year old.
I would have trouble picking up that log!
Word has it that he never stopped the whole two hours they worked. And he did it in snowshoes which he had never worn before.
Erin's hubby was more than happy to jump in and do the chainsaw work. (I wonder what Papa Pea was doing? Oh right, taking the pictures.)
They had to shed layers because they all got a little warm.
Now there's a happy boy . . . but do you see what he has in his hands?! That's right. It's a chainsaw. I asked if they actually let him use it. They said only for a little while. I mean, he is only seven years old.
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