Woodchick

Overwhelmed by the pile of wood I needed to trim down, I asked John for a chainsaw lesson. And after using the machine, I have a new respect for how people managed to harvest wood in the good old days. Yes, it was much faster, but man, what a heavy thing to wield, all while a whizzing chain is flying around. I did only a small amount and then handed it back over to John, my arms like macaroni. I figured it was too dangerous for me to be using if my arms were tired. So now I've earned a new nickname, Woodchick!