I didn’t need to stop but I did anyway.
While walking home from downtown yesterday afternoon I noticed a pile of scrap lumber beside a house just south of the Thames River.
Scrappy scrap it was too. Painted, broken, nail-filled boards thrown out during a reno. All destined for the landfill, no doubt.
But I saw enough of what appeared to be two clean-looking, pine boards to make me slow down, though my work bench and shop are over-crowded with new projects at the moment (the lathe is finally ready to roll) and the annex is already filled to the rafters with lumber.
I looked closer, and because the two I'd spotted were at least 10 inches wide and 30 inches long, I picked them up.
["Straight, dry and well-aged": photo GAH]
One good birdhouse per board, I thought.
I looked at them more closely when I arrived home.
Straight, dry and well-aged. Burn marks, perhaps from wooden matches, on one side. Some other interesting features too. Red pine perhaps. I’ll know better once I run them through the table saw.
I didn’t need to stop but I think the end result will be well worth any easy labour.
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Red pine? Well-aged spruce? Hemlock? (I can only hope).
So begins an old board's life as a birdhouse. More details later.
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