When trees attack they often do so without warning.
A few months ago, a massive old eucalypt (I thought possibly a Blakely’s red gum, but my identification skills are poor – or maybe a very large Red Box (eucalyptus polyanthemos ) in the crop paddock near the house suddenly turned into a crushing giant squid-shaped thing, demolishing fences and flattening my hopes of helping it live into another century.
Unluckily, it was in the path of a wind-storm, or a Willy Willy, a giant version of those dust devils you see swirling about in newly ploughed fields. You could see the line of this twister down the hill from near 2016’s Esdale windbreak, where it took down two dead tree trunks, then the big Blakely’s in its little compound, surrounded by young trees and shrubs planted in 2015, then invisibly across the crop paddock to the trees over the trough in the Old Orchard, where it ripped off branches, then straight at the old poplar by my new house entry gate, demolishing the side of the grid and smashing one of my little winged lion statues from Bali into tiny pieces of grey volcanic stone.
From there the storm crossed the river to Adnamira and blew things about enough to make Richard Scanes comment “How about that wind storm?”.
I was very sorry to see my statue smashed, and the hard work that went into connecting up the automatic gate wasted, but the death of the big old live tree was really upsetting.
I thought perhaps it had been secretly eaten away from the inside by termites, but when we looked at the raw, exposed trunk it was obvious the wind had simply wrenched it off its base.While Craig, Fabian and Andrew Leonard (mainly Andrew Leonard) sawed off branches and resurrected the fence, I stumbled around through the mess looking for the seedlings we put in. Thanks to the lurid pink covers we found and straightened up all but one, which was firmly embedded under the main trunk.
At least these little ones have had an eighteen months start on replacing their ancient neighbour. I’ll plant some more where the canopy used to be. It’s nevertheless a huge loss that we no longer have that tree, one that was probably here before Europeans arrived in Australia. It’ll be decades before any of the new starters have anything like its spread.
At least, since the timber is good, we’ll have a memento of the giant. Sometime in the next month or so we plant to convert part the main trunk into slabs that we can use for benches and tables. At a metre thick and very straight, it’s beautiful timber.
I would still rather have our old giant.
I feel your pain . We have a similar re-gen project in its eighth year and the second year we lost our biggest remnant Grey Box to lightning strike. It still stands dead and stark in the paddock providing habitat but little else . Then our sole ancient remnant bulloke fell over in a storm , rotten through and it still lies where it fell , slowly rotting back into the soil l That upset me for weeks . I accept it as part of the natural course of events , even as natural selection , but given our short time as a participant in our local ecology , it is disappointing . Overall , its a blip on the historical radar . Those two losses of ancient trees made me erect even more nest boxes in less ancient trees to provide the hollows so desperately missing across a de-forested landscape .
It is really hard to see them go down, especially when they’re isolated in the landscape. It was seeing some of the big trees die when I was a child that made me want to do what I could to make the landscape more resilient. Figuring out how to do that effectively has taken a long time. I find myself looking for the ghosts of missing trees, sometimes. Other times I look at my new plantings and feel at least I’m taking action.
Oh wow! that is most sad.
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Those mini tornadoes can be incredibly destructive. When I lived in Canberra one went through our suburb. Transit time, about a minute. Effect, about a hundred large trees ripped out of the ground. No power until the following day, that’s how long it took to clear those idiotic back yard power lines they have. I watched a Euc nicholii go from vertical to horizontal in 3 seconds. It squashed our shed flat. The house protected a much older blakelyi. This tornado was surprising because it came from the south, most storms in Canberra come from the northwest. There was no defence at all, and no warning at all. Must have cost the insurance companies a mint.
Wow, I can imagine. Air seems like a nice soft substance until it starts whipping around us and throwing things around.
Oh, how sad…so sorry to hear this.
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Oh, yes, it’s taken me a few months to start getting over it. I was so hopeful that we could help that tree hold on for longer. But that’s how it goes – you just have no control over the wild weather!