Our good neighbor is putting a road in the woods on their property. He left one birch tree, smack in the middle of the new road, for us thinking we might want it for firewood. Absolutely! Never turn down free firewood.
Despite Papa Pea knowing how to make the cuts for a tree to fall where you want it to fall, this tree refused to come down. So to be on the safe side, while daughter and I stood watch a safe distance away, he went home to get our tractor to give the stubborn tree a little push.
That was the prod needed and the tree fell in the planned spot.
Papa Pea then limbed the tree while daughter and I loaded the trimmings into the back of our pickup.
While the man with the chainsaw cut the bigger branches and top portion of the tree into stove lengths, the two gals on the crew drove the truck up onto our ridge where we and our neighbor share a dumping spot for wood debris in a ravine. Here daughter is demonstrating that the branches come off a lot easier and quicker than they go on!
We loaded the cut pieces into the bucket of the tractor for transporting back home.
Lastly, all that remained to be cut was the main trunk. We planned to work it up on site. Cutting a log lying flat on the ground isn't a good idea because the chainsaw inevitably hits the dirt and that dulls the chain right away.
Daughter said she would lift the end while her dad slipped a piece of wood under the trunk to hold it up off the ground.
Plenty strong gal that she is, she couldn't budge it. Trees are heavy! (We agreed this not very flattering shot is graphic proof of how limber she is.)
Bashful Papa Pea didn't want to show his face.
Daughter and I drove the pickup home after unloading the last of the branches in our designated area while Papa Pea hooked the big log to the tractor and pulled it home. He jury-rigged it to the front of the tractor because he didn't want to pull it behind the tractor thinking it would make a gouge in the ground dragging it all the way.
It was a hot day and a hot chore, but worth it. With our crew of three mighty-muscled workers (!), it went well.