This is my sister's house.
She, her hubby and family live here. They are in town. Therefore, they have trees.
This digger in the foreground, needs to find its way into their back garden, and there is only one route possible.
is being steadied...
is being stretched...
to hoist the digger over the house,
right over the house,
and into the back garden.
These guys were good. Really good.
No swinging; no mistakes; no panic. Just up, over the house, and into the perfect position in the back garden.
When they were done with the first digger, another had to have the same treatment.
It looks kinda like a dinky toy, doesn't it...
And into the back garden,
brought down perfectly between the washing line poles.
All in a day's work for these guys.
Watching the action were three enthralled little boys.
See this wee guy closest.
Here are his feet.
Isn't he just adorable. If his dad hadn't been there, keeping a watchful eye on him, I could quite easily have taken him home with me.
And so, another photo of something you don't see on my blog every day.
Aye, easily seen I was in town today.