This baby Crossbill was sitting on my rafter jig when I came up with the chainsaw. I got this picture and then called the boys over but they came a runnin' and the bird could fly. Later I almost stepped on it because it is so well camouflaged. Tried to get it to step up on my finger but it would just hop over. The dog at the job site did not seem to see the bird from less than 10 feet away. Birdy hung around most of the afternoon but was always a surprise because it blended so well with the gravels.
By the way: I don't usually make rafter cuts with a chainsaw. I consider it very crude and I like decent fits in all joints. In this case none of the other saws could complete the compound angled cut
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I ran into a clutch of mallard babies today - haven't seen them in a few weeks, and they're almost past teen-age status now. They're still running together, though, with mom and dad stopping by occasionally to see how they're doing. I tried to count - I think there are 14 left. There were 18 that hatched together!
Our book shows this juvinile as a White Crossbill.
These birds are not common here.
I don't see much in the near future for this one if it continues to hang around the construction site with good cammo. We will not even know we squished it.
http://www.monbiot.com
I just re read his latest and I'm sure I pasted the link more than once.
We are a planet of energy addicts; I only hope we can figure out how to address that addiction before we consume ourselves.
I hope the crossbill finds a safer home!
I see you are about for a few more hours. Small time construction has never paid overtime and I can no longer manage steady 8 hour days - two in a row actually climbing and lifting and thinking and I'm a crippled basket case for a few days.
The forklift on the delivery today was neat: it rides around on the rear end of the flat deck. In the photo it has just let itself down from the holdfasts. the three wheel layout seems to work pretty well and the driver is the forklift operator. This one has done a couple of "Weird Loads" for me now and he is proud of his abilities. I like that in a machine operator.
I'm rarely disappointed and often find something to take away myself on his blog - like the idea that we face not the "End of Oil" but a glut of oil. I'm thinking of subscribing to The Guardian just so I could comment on his articles.
Later:
Can you believe I just read his "About Me" for the first time?
I was looking for clues to guess who the "certain blogger here" might be.
Hope you are rested and well.
Spent some time reading and commenting on Pros' and BF's blogs (and reading others) phoned my mother and read W.B. Yeats "Second Coming" to her.
I'd be happy to go over to the work site and try to figure out how to make compound mitre saw cuts accurately at way beyond the stops on all saws except the Radial Arm.
Okay: I have done it before but you have to take the blade guard off to get the saw to cut deeper. When I was young and strong and had better vision and muscle control it made sense - sort of.
Now I have to think:
Is it worth the risk?
A 10" circular blade spinning open at 3400 RPM is not something to try "at home".
I went down to get another beer and there's a bird - maybe a Grossbeak - flapping against the inside of the living room window. I had left one of the double doors open. I tried some "Bird Whispering" but it would not calm down and seemed intent on getting through the glass somehow. The more I chatted and waved toward the door the more the bird got agitated (as if it was not already at code red).
Idea: DING!
I opened the other part of the double door, went outside and stared at the bird while pointing to the open doors. It sat for a moment and flapped up a couple of times on the large window then came back to look me in the eye. I waved again toward the doors.
Needless to say the bird flew free and I learned I can Whisper.
Are you the handy man or something?
"I do get excited when someone I admire greatly remembers my existential presence." (excerpt from my blog reply to you)
btw I just found one of my green teabag paper wrapper poems. It amazed me!
Gotta try to be sane here:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Fabulous_Furry_F reak_Brothers
I am an "Handy Man"
As I tell it anyway.
There are quite a few folks who are sheltered by walls and roofs and floors I shape shifted into place. They sit on my sundecks and eat off my tables.
Sometimes their water heater or toilet works when I leave.
The Fixer
Green teabag wrapper poems?
I can handle them.
Put one up and I'll print it out and include it in my H.U.D.( Postit notes stuck to the windshield) Gunther might notice so keep it "Pg: 13" or so, eh?
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