These palm trees are in the front yard of the house next door (in other words, yes, should they fall over, we'd have to hope that they missed us ...). They've undergone a radical haircut - but this is a very good thing in fire-prone Southern California, because palm fronds, especially the dead ones that usually form a fringe around the top of the trunk, are like great big torches waiting to ignite. A very efficient close shave has been performed, here (and the left hand one, at least, has all its knobbly bark intact. Inside that bark are insects, and we have a constant flutter of screeching woodpeckers going back and forth and banging on the trunk for their dinner to come out).
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