Not the best way to handle things

Continuing a stressful weekend, I was making coffee when I heard this almighty racket outside. I erupted out of the door to find the neighbouring farmer taking the bucket of a digger to rip branches crudely off trees in our garden. 

Swearwords were exchanged, I confess. If you want to smash trees up, stick to your own land, eh? Shortly after that he left, still swearing. And spent the remaining daylight hours ploughing and glaring. Sticks and stones, eh?
 
It’s a house we’re renting while we renovate our own, but we treat it like our own, as you would. Tree surgeon coming, neighbour very embarrassed. Well might he be.
 
Not restful though,