Hello, Goodbye

Merril and I got married in this home in 2012.  For all the time since, we have had a view of a tree in a neighbouring yard.  A huge tree.  A tree considered a weed in some states.  A tree the type of which lines the footbaths in Toowoomba.  A Camphor laurel.   Not a native tree.  But a beautiful looking tree to me.
But as of yesterday, the view of that tree is no more.   The owner of the home passed away and the new owners cut it down.  I reckon it had to go.  It did nothing for the owner of the property except perhaps provide shade.  It was so big it really took up any space in the back yard.
One thing I do know is it provided shelter and homes for many birds.  I personally have never seen so much bird activity in our tree after that one came down. I reckon the birds were just checking out the joint.
We had to go out in the morning and the people chopping the tree down were just getting started.  We had some way smaller trees removed a while ago including one larger one.  Merril said to the guy removing the tree, “you guys love dealing with bigger trees don’t you?”  She was met with an enthusiastic yes.  The ones dealing with the Camphor Laurel must have been in like 7th heaven.  It was huge.
We do wonder if that was where our crow nested.  He and the wife used to fly off in that direction after a feed.  We have seen him since, but not her yet.  She is way shyer.
When we returned home after lunch, they had dealt with much of the tree but still had a ways to go.  From time to time, Merril and I would wander out the back to check progress.  Removing something that size seems a real art.  Timbers that were huge were dropped safely with ease.  They were then quickly mulched.
We are sorry but not sorry to see it go.  We love trees but this one seemed to be more of a pest than an asset to the owner.  I was talking to a friend of the former owner and he said he was there when it was planted.  He rued it happening.
Anyway, I reckon the birds must be used to moving on these days.