Maybe I was a little harsh with that last post. I'd have to bear in mind, while I was waiting for you to catch up, that out here we have real trees. You're more used to those glorified grape-vines in your part of the world. You're used to just walking through the weeds, swinging your WildThing like a scythe and counting. Probably more counting than scything, too.
Hell, just the noise of one of our trees hitting the ground would probably frighten and disorient you and you'd have to go sit in the crummy until your central nervous system stated to function again. Sobbing.
I'll try to remember these things. Asking you to do our work, or even to try to, just isn't fair. Kinda like kicking a cripple.