The chainsaw, wielded ably by Roland, detached the small diameter stuff. But once detached, it still had to be moved (yes, all of it) to a brush pile in a location where it would be safe to burn. Then Roland turned the trunk into logs of more or less manageable size, which had to be stacked in an orderly size elsewhere. Finally, the remaining bits had to be raked and transported to the brush pile.
Sure, it's warming up. Sure, the snow is going away faster than I would have imagined (without shoveling or blowing -- and I'll tell you, this way is messier, at least in the short run). Yet an arbitrary amount of upper body exercise is still availabe in the yard. He has his eye on a couple other trees. I'm discouraging him.