When I went out to inspect the scene, I found that Roger had climbed about 30 feet up a tree, tied a rope around it, and now he was chopping on the trunk while my 'Papachi' (Quechua for granddad), whose about 70 years old, was pulling on the rope to insure the tree wouldn't fall onto the house... needless to say, I decided to help tug as well.
They decided to cut the tree for two reasons: they're afraid that it could have fallen on the house in a windstorm, and Dina needed wood. Here's some pictures:
|Roger finishes falling the tree.|
|Papachi looks on.|
|Roger, the lead beaver.|
|Papachi and Roger|
|Papachi clears the cut branches|
|Papachi nubs (shout out to Mariah)|