A kindly neighbor with a chainsaw made a racket piecing my pergola. To thank him for the processing, I gave him the iron sections to sell as scrap metal. He'll be returning to collect the scrap.
In the meantime, I'm sure the pile is making a nice second home for some woodland creatures. And as Chuck is just a few steps away, and recently brimming with mushy onions, they will be multiplying, onion breath notwithstanding.
When the makeshift home is dismantled, they will scatter into the woods and must fend off larger and more unruly woodland creatures. Such is the Darwinian machine....