I hung a bird house in a weather-ripped\nSitka spruce the other morning, and I took more pleasure in that\nactivity than I have in any other thing I’ve done in months. That\nincludes finishing two books. What made hanging the birdhouse\nespecially satisfying was that I found it buried in a corner of a\nlarge farm shed that had gone to seed. I was whipping that space into\nbetter shape and purpose.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
There is nothing like whipping\nsomething gone to seed at the hands of human indifference into\nsomething with better shape and purpose. Could be a shed, could be a\nperson, could be a dog. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
There I was, moving shit, sweeping,\ngoing through bags and boxes, and there it was: cedar, clearly\nhomemade, utterly lost, perhaps for all time\u2014until I entombed it\nand held the house to the rafters. Wonderful! My boss came into the\nshed and I told him about the discovery. He suggested that when I\nfinish the cleaning, I hang the birdhouse in a nearby tree. What a\nboss! He’d pay me to hang a bird house!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So I leaned an extension ladder against\nthe tree, went up the rungs, found the perfect spot for mounting, and\nscrewed the bird house into position where it will be somewhat\nsheltered from fierce south winds and rain. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In the coming weeks and months and\nyears (?) on the job, I hope to see a bird move in. I hope to watch a\nstory unfold. \n<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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