Back on July 11, 2008, we had a tree-ripping storm in central Minnesota. We didn’t immediately notice that one of our oak trees was damaged. A giant branch dangled from on high, hanging from a few tenuous wood fibers. It was too high for us to reach with a ladder and even if we could reach the branch to cut it off, the size of the branch made such an operation a dangerous proposition. The tree is close to the house, so if the branch fell wrong, it might take out our picture window (or even the person on the ladder). We were hoping for a safe solution, but none was forthcoming, so we left the branch to sway every time the wind got feisty.
Last night, Hubby and I crawled into bed and had gotten properly snuggled in when we heard a magnificent THUD! It sounded like it had come from overhead, only none of our children were home, so no one was upstairs. Hubby got up to check out the noise and I heard him open the front door. He came to get me a few minutes later. Lo! The branch had fallen. In fact, it could not have fallen more perfectly. It didn’t hit the roof or the window, although it may have brushed the front step. Thankfully, no one was around to be under it when it fell.
Here it is:
Here you can see how close it was to the house:
Here it seems obvious what was holding the branch up in the tree: