There isn't alot of beech in my immediate area. Today where I was cutting was this fairly hefty tree that stood maybe 25' and had been snapped off clean. My dad often says that beech was their wood of choice when it presented itself. So I decided to drop this stump/tree. Everything went fine and I wedged it over to where I was hoping it would go. Proceeded to start bucking it up from the top to the stump. About 3' from the top I noticed it was starting to be hollow in the middle. I kept going...and as I was about halfway thru a cut, all of a sudden a black squirrel came flying out of a know hole at a rapid pace. It pretty much scared the bejesus out of me. As that had never happened to me before. I cut the next 18" piece and it was full of leaves and plastic and shavings after a close inspection. Then I started to cut right beside the knot hole that the squirrel came out of. As I'm sawing away on this piece reflecting on how the squirrel came flying out of the hole, all of a sudden another squirrel comes out of the hole to beat the bear, using my saw as a launch pad to run away.......my heart skipped another beat as I sure wasn't expecting a second squirell....the things that happen in the bush are great.....