Silent Spring (except for the chainsaws and the grinder)

This week has heralded The Great Chainsaw Massacre, Part II. The County is systematically cutting down all the sidewalk-bordering trees in the neighborhood.

And by "all," it looks like "all."

I look out at the camphors and wonder if they're next. I love those trees.

And I mourn for the young bird families just now making themselves at home.