Well, this was not really a surprise, though it was unpleasant to receive anyway.
Yes, the big old silver maple in front of my house has to come down. Probably 80 to 100 years ago silver maples were planted along all the parkways in this neighborhood. Well, guess what their lifespan is? About 80 years. There are big, dying trees everywhere you look. Some more obviously in bad shape than others.
Mine has some scary-looking dead limbs high up, and is obviously rotten down low, too, since a swarm of bees found a hollow space to move into just 10 feet off the ground.
I'd already gotten a couple of estimates to take it down: $1,700 and $1,100. Ouch. Not to mention the resulting bee deaths.
I am going to try to see if I can somehow preserve the section of trunk the bees are in, but it would probably require a crane to lift it into my yard. This will have to happen in the late fall or winter. I'm not sure if the bees would have any chance of surviving the disturbance.
And then there's the loss of lovely shade.