Oh, SNAP!

Robert was away at bridge Monday, and I was up in the office. Out the west window, after a cold gust, came something a sound-effects guy would have given his mixer board for:

Craaaaaaaaack-rustle-rustle-rustle.

If that wasn't a tree falling over. . . .

Only part of a tree, an oak, way up high along the road to the shop, like some giant leafy sword of Damocles.

It is going to need a very careful pro, and quickly.