Waiting in the wings, literally, is the replacement tree. This two year old baby oak has been spared my clippers for just this situation. I told myself, if the city actually ever shows up and takes away the dead tree, I'm putting this guy out there to replace it. This little sapling's "Mommy" is my biggest and baddest tree out back. With that kind of lineage, this little one has got a pretty good shot out there. That is, if it survives the move. I'll keep you posted!