Back in January I moaned about a split elm tree in front of our place. A branch had fallen in December and another in January, but the Bendigo Parks and Trees bloke assured me it would be right until it had the dead wood removed – it is in the queue.
I’ve watched the split get a little bigger since then, and only last night when I drove under, I remarked to Mr R that I was sure the split was getting longer. The only reason I haven’t moaned to the shire about it, is because the birds are nesting in it.
This afternoon, the limb in question finally gave way and fell, taking the limb under it, too. We heard the thump, but it is quite windy and one of our trees is banging on the house. You would think something that big would have been louder! It looks like termite mud there, where it parted: but then it could just be rot where the water gets in.
It turns out the power line that came down is only a feeder line to the street light, so isn’t live until it turns on by remote control.
The policeman is still sitting in his car out there, waiting for Powercor to turn up to take care of it. The local shire tree crew (one man) and the State Emergency Service volunteers have been and cleared the road. It started raining about that time and I saw them casting anxious looks up the tree in case anything else came down.
Now I can stop feeling bad because I have never taken the time to speak to the bus-driver about pulling the school bus up right there. After all, I had been told it had been ‘looked at’. I’m thankful no-one was injured.