We began work at 9:30 am with our trusty chainsaws. His was a manly gas-powered model with a deep throaty voice which threatened all towering birch and oak and fir that dared to intrude upon the inner sanctum of said "Eden-to-Be" with a ferocous "Haroom-Haroom-Haroom"; they didn't stand a chance!! Mine was a wee electric model which eagerly brought up the rear with a slightly maniacial sounding "Bering-bering-bering", always eager to delimb the fallen or cut off at the knees any of the more inferior bushes or shrubs. It conjured up images of a sort-of urban lumberjack version of an old Looney Tunes cartoon -- the one about Spike the bulldog and Chester the terrier -- Spike determinedly plodding forward and Chester bounding & bouncing along after him saying "Whatta we gonna do now, Spike, huh, huh? Whatta we gonna do now?"
An extremely productive, very satisfying, almost perfect day!