WE were trying to avoid this.
There was a big oak tree next to our house. It provided good shade, and our laundry line was attached to it. Several years ago, lightning struck it, and a branch the size of a tree itself fell down. It missed our house, but twisted our daughter’s heavy wooden playset askew and completely mangled a chair. The scar in the side has been gradually growing over, but this summer we noticed a hole, and called in the tree people. They carefully took it down, and we discovered that the carpenter ants had excavated a hole a foot in diameter and 3-4 feet long in the center.
We were glad we took it down before the strong winds came.
Forward to last wee. The Big Winds came, taking down trees all over New England.
No problem! We had already taken down our tree.
Problem – it wasn’t the only tree. After I used the bathroom and shaved on Thursday, I went into the kitchen to take my pills and feed the cats, and I noticed an AWFUL lot of leaves right next to the house. I ran to the bathroom and pulled up the shade. All I could see were leaves. I looked out the den window. Only leaves.
“Woah!” I said, channeling my inner Keanu Reeves.
My wide, Pepper Mill, was instantly awake,
“I heard you say ‘Whoa’” she observed.
“Come out here and have a look,” I replied.
When she saw, she said “Whoa!” too.
I ran out the side door in only my pajama bottoms, with bare feet (and it’s COLD in the morning now). There was a tree, horizontal, its crown against our house and up on the roof.
I checked on our daughter, MilliCal, against whose bedroom most of the tree had fallen. She was alright, but very surprised when she pulled up her windowshade.
The oak tree in the back of the house had come down in the windstorm sometime the previous night. It was torn up by the roots. Or, rather, where the roots should have been. The tree was growing on a “submerged” rock shelf, and had no roots going straight down. It’s a wonder it had stayed up as long as it had.
Damage: Two window screens. No windows were broken. No obvious damage to gutter, downspouts, or siding. When I checked the attic, there was no obvious sign of anything.
The tree had fallen against our house, and we slept through it. Pepper Mill thought she might have heard a slight noise in the night, like the mailbox closing.
When we had a better look, I was even more surprised. SEveral branches had broken off, and the sharp tips had embedded themselves deeply in the ground.
We arranged for a tree surgeon – the same guys as last time – to come out and take care of it. We filed a claim with the insurance company. We had it al done within three hours of seeing the tree down.
Now the insurance people have been out, seeing no damage. The tree people have been by and sawed up the tree, hauled it away, wood-chipped the smaller branches, and ground the stump. It turns out that there WAS carpenter ant damage to the tree, but that wasn’t what had caused it to topple.
Now I’ve got a lot of divots in my yard to fix, and a lot of firewood to burn. But we were VERY lucky.