Well, there were a few elements of danger; the big orange thing you scared out of the tree was breathing heavy and had a crazy look in its eyes . . . good thing it landed on the other side of the fence!
Otherwise, no big whoop. Nobody else knows the cut you're using, which is why as you drive through the western U.S., you'll notice a lot of dead tops in the trees. Keep teaching the boy scouts, and we'll start clearing that skyline.
I think you'd be great to have a beer with, but I worry you would stay in that narrator mode all night. Especially with the ex post facto observations. You'd open a beer and it would foam up and you'd say, "that's exactly what I knew was going to happen, which is why I took an overhand grip on the lid."
Nice work.