Tearing off a Roof

Here's what things looked like yesterday when I was out at The Creek trying to tear off the metal roof of the double-wide we are demolishing.  We will salvage the metal  (for small beer money),  as well as make more available room in the large waste canisters we will rent next week when we tear down the entire structure and have it hauled off.

That's what we're calling Mr. Rollins' Hog Shop at the far end of the structure.  Hopefully, we'll be able to separate it from the double-wide that is to be broken down next Monday.  The small yellow handle barely visible at the far end left side of the trailer house is the friendly/devilish pick ax that seemed to work best for ripping metal from the roof.  Primitive, blunt-force downloaded upon a trailer house roof will damage quickly the flimsy construction of the home.  Between blows of the pick ax, the cool rippling sound of the creek and the call of our neighborhood hawk reminded me why I was up there.

The level of the pond has fallen back to the original marker on the measuring rod I placed there in the shallows a week or so ago.  It had risen an inch in the mean time.