Right around midnight on New Year's Eve, Celeste and Evelin heard a noise (not fireworks). They thought a limb had fallen on the deck or something, but looking around on the deck and around the side of the house didn't turn up anything unusual.
Flashforward six or seven hours, I'm headed out for a healthy walk to start the New Year and I looked in the sideyard and saw this ...
Apparently, the noise was the other hemlock falling over, just a few days over two years from the date the first one fell.
Unlike the 2022 hemlock-drop, this tree was looking pretty healthy. There had some signs of dropping needles, but nothing as bad as the other one. There was a front that came through that evening, dumping about a third of an inch in less than an hour (and during one heavy burst the rate of rainfall was over an inch per hour). There were some wind gusts, but it looks like it was pretty calm around midnight. I'm guessing there was some illness or something that weakened the shallow root system and the rain combined to stress things enough that it just tipped over.
Fortunately, it fell into a relatively empty part of the yard. The maple we had planted back in March did get hit, but not broken or uprooted, and one of the apples (and the neighbor's mulberry) both lost limb or two each.
Instead of a walk, I spent time in the morning with loppers and (after 8 a.m.) a chainsaw trimming off branches and bits to get the stuck trees free of the mess. Now we just need to get some out with a woodchipper to take care of the detritus ...
It's a bit sad. The hemlocks were great for privacy and noise screening, so now we're getting a lot more sun on the deck, but it's much more exposed. But it also eliminates one of the routes squirrels used to easily hop on to the roof. Random memory: There was one time when Evelin and I woke up in the middle of the night and looked out the window to see a possum in that tree at the level of our bedroom window. Not sure if she was raiding a bird's nest or looking to get on the roof or just chilling.
