The pine beetles seem to be plaguing the long-needle pines in Madison, including the old-timers in our yard. Two have gone down already, and a third fell today to the chain saw. Wind from the west made the call, since the old tree was brown and tilting westward toward the house. My friend JH came over to provide ballast and direction to the tree fall, and it came down just where my mind's eye had laid it. The wife and I humped it to finish up, and now scrap is at the tree dump, little logs are in the wood pile, and big logs are stored for drying.