I awake to the purrrrrrring of an old diesel clanking and clunking away in my back yard.. Tis the loggers working the fruits of the forest.! I have given them free access to though my back yard to get to their location for it is the easiest wAy.! Terrain a bit rough here so they can freely use my road.! Interesting fellows all three.! They would at glance appear to be of Amish decent but are not by any means . They have a very innocent sense of humor , but funny none the less ,! Of course , I crack my morning joke or two and off they go , selectively choosing each and every tree ..! Other than the tracks they leave , one can hardly tell they were there..! Go loggers and love my forest as I do .! No rape or pillage but to hand pick each hard wood and earn your dollar in good conjoins..! For after my bad joke , it is after all my forest..!