I come home from work to let Trixie out before I run into Portland for Richard and my date night, and three of our trees (near the house they burned down) are gone.
Like you, my first thought was that they were playing hide and seek, but look as I might, I couldn't find them. Then I saw the stumps. They weren't just hiding. They have met a tragic demise.
It must have been the lumber company that owns the land next door, but their office was closed when I tried to contact them.
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