I'd been eyeing it nervously for some time because a largish limb had come off in a storm, only to have its plummet interrupted by getting snagged in some lower branches. There it hung, right over the sidewalk, like some giant toothpick of Damocles. I'd idly wonder, strolling under it on windy days, if this would be the day that it completed its groundward journey, leaving me pithed like a giant, pale, baseball cap wearing frog.
Anyway, they had a tree company out the other day and they stripped it of its remaining limbs, leaving the giant, forked trunk standing naked in the yard, awaiting the next run of good weather so they could finish the job.
Bobbi, commenting on the remains of the oak, said "It's the Treenus de Milo."
(Personally, I think it more resembles the Winged Victory of Some Ol' Tree.)
