Bruce and I spent most of the day in Charleston. Coming home, we drove down the street leading to our house, and noticed a large Caterpillar excavator tractor parked in the woods near our home.
Walking back to investigate, we found that the equipment had been used to rip out most of the trees between the Pawleys Plantation Club house, and the vacant lot with heritage oaks at the entrance to our street.
Some trees had been left on the outer edges of the woods to shield the devastation from the golfers, but in a matter of half a day, most of the interior of the woods along Tanglewood Drive had been removed. We'd heard unsubstantiated rumors that the woods behind us had been sold and was going to be developed into a new residential community. This was the first hard evidence that the development might be moving forward.
Stinky always trots along with us whenever we take a walk. This time I wish he hadn't. . He was born in those woods and had used them as shelter for most of his life. He was so distressed by what he say that he kept letting out long wails.
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