Last Autumn I had a Black Locust cut down, well almost. I know right, me? cut down a tree? Well it was nearly 40 feets tall, slim and really rocked back and forth in the wind. I instructed the Arborist to cut it down to 6' with intention of placing a bird feeder on top. That hasn't happened yet...
Low and behold Bissell rather enjoys hanging out on it so I'll leave him be. He's safe from the #(*^&#^ cats that prowl my garden looking for a meal. Knowing how BL's like to sucker I was happy to see this one start. This will give me a chance to play Edward Scissorhands when more sprout.
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