So yesterday I noted that the howling wind from Sandy's remnants was still with us, as it is this morning, but that no trees had fallen. Yesterday afternoon, I rolled in from a trip down to Winston-Salem and saw that I was wrong -- that a three-stemmed (but long dead) locust tree had capsized after taking on too much wind.
If it blew over in the night or the day, no one heard it above the screech of the wind -- maybe because it's not big at all. I expect we'll get out the chain saws to make firewood billets and the splitter to bring it to size and the tractor to yank the stump this weekend. At least we shouldn't have to wait for the wood to season. I think it's ready now. Come to think of it, the storm did us a favor on this old tree.