Ideas flow fast and furious sometimes, especially while birdhouse spotting on my motorcycle. It might be the fresh air blowing through what’s left of my hair. Or the caffeine.
["Yeah, maybe the caffeine": photos GAH]
I sketched and thought, a duplex or triplex with a feeder off to the side and placed atop a wooden stand will look good in my garden. Heck, in anybody’s garden. Oh yeah, I’ll make a fortune.
["Thames Park is filled with fallen branches"]
Though years away from making anything even mildly resembling a fortune, I am now a few steps closer to transferring the idea from the page in my notebook to a birdhouse on my workbench.
["Old branches don't look very interesting - yet"]
I picked up branch poles and two posts yesterday morning and by supper time had cut and sanded 90 per cent of the pieces for three duplexes.
["Rescued lumber - usually bone dry - cuts and smells better than new boards"]
Soon, the bits and pieces will look somewhat like my original sketch.
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Yesterday morning, after rescuing two posts that were going to waste behind an old building I drove home.
On the way something caught my attention lying at the side of the road.
Stay tuned.
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