My youngest granddaughter asked me an interesting question today.
“Was your Grandpa a wizard?”
I was rather taken aback as I’m certain most of you would be if asked that. I asked her to repeat it since I thought I was hearing things. Her response was the same exact question.
Still dumbfounded, and not knowing how to reply, I asked “Why?”. She said she saw “wizard sticks” in the house. I said “Wizard sticks?”. She said “Yeah. There’s one in the house and one there in the garage” and was pointing. I finally put it all together.
The one in the garage is a piece of a tree branch or root I found on a beach in Washington and it looks like a cane from Harry Potter. The one in the house is a hiking stick my Grandpa made & used to hike with. It has that rustic, old-school sorcery vibe as well.
The one on the left is the one I found. My intention was to put a nice finish on it for my dad to use when he got to the point of needing it, but he died before he needed it. It kinda got put far onto the back burner so I didn’t finish it. I’ll finish it up this Fall or maybe winter. Too many other things to do at this moment, but I don’t want to apply any finish inside so I’ll be shooting for Fall.
I went out to run errands and when I got back I happened to notice this:
Apparently a bird got a little too close to the flypaper roll and lost a few feathers escaping (or getting eaten by something). By the poops on the porch I’d say it came as a total surprise. I hope the LBB (“little brown bird” in birderspeak) made it out okay.
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