Fun with snow!

The town plows don't usually get to our street until fairly late. We're on a small street, and we're way off in the southwest corner of town. This isn't usually a problem, but today they waited a bit too long and sent too small a plow. It got stuck. Instead of trying to back out of our snow-filled street and start again, the driver kept on trying to move down the street. He made it about 30 feet in 20 minutes and ended up at about 45 degrees to the road and unable to move much at all.

A big bucket-loader with a plow on the front came to rescue him. I went out to finish shoveling the walk (and to watch). After doing a bit of plowing (though probably not enough) to prepare the way, they deployed a chain and tried to pull the plow free. Shoveling snow out from under the plow's tires would have been more to the point. Anyway, the bucket-loader was skidding around while doing this and took a chunk out of a tree on our front walk and hit a telephone pole there with the plow blade.

They repositioned the bucket-loader for another try. This time the plow was pulled free, but intoxicated with his restored freedom, the plow driver neglected to stop when the bucket-loader stopped pulling. There was a crunch as the back of the plow hit the back of the bucket-loader. The drivers opened a cover on the bucket loader and conferred. The driver of the bucket loader said, "I think I'm done for the night". A new clicking sound filled the air.

Now the son of the neighbor across the is using a snow-blower to clear their sidewalk - by blowing that snow into the street.

What next?