A few evenings ago, a very tall poplar chose to split in thirds about 15-feet up the trunk and come gently down to rest upon the roof of an outbuilding. This is a messy business. It happened around midnight and the cat meowed and I got up (I wasn't asleep yet) and went outside to try to assess what had happened: a fairly unsuccessful job in the dark. But it didn't look like a crisis that would require 911 or something, so I just went back to bed and spent the night worrying.
Earlier in the week, the County spent many days taking down a big conifer in the road easement that had been termite infested at the base. And yesterday, a neighbor told me she has a similar problem with a conifer at her house. So we are going to need to do some serious looking at this tree. That would be Ed on the first round as I don't stand on ladders. I did trim the stuff hanging down to the ground though.
So, yes, it did make a sound. And like the tree branch that fell last winter, yes, it did do some damage. And that's one of the things about living in a forest that one does not always keep in mind.
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