By standing in the nursery field I can look across the river to the far field and see the rows of manure that was loaded out of the barn and hauled up the road.
While Mike was doing the spreading he noticed a tree that had fallen over the fence line along the old railroad grade. Of course it did not fall into the grade, it fell over the fence and into the grass/hay field.
Not sure how Mother Nature knew that my next task after finishing up pruning the fruit trees was going to take me up the road to the far field to trim up along the fence. The downed tree is big enough to make one log for shipping and the rest will be cleanup with most of it being made into firewood sized pieces for the wood stove.