“Yeah, I told the lady how to take off the roof to clean out the top floor,” he said. “Then I turned it upside down to show her how to take off the bottom panel.”
["The first of three duplex/feeders; rescued lumber - ready for linseed oil": photos GAH]
“Hey, keep up the good work, Troy,” I said, and shook his hand with a smile, and felt - with his good looks - the kid will go far.
Thirty seconds after I sat down down with my Rooibos tea (I’ve got a sore throat - stand way back) the manager of the coffee shop asked, “Where’s the next big birdhouse? There’s space on the counter.”
“I’ll have one ready tomorrow,” I said.
["I might have to make more of these; feeders are popular"]
(Even sooner, if I break down and sell the one I was keeping to sit atop a 10 ft. post in my own backyard).
Then I said, "No, I lied. The one that will be ready tomorrow is already sold."
I've sold it, in advance, to a couple who wanted a big house plus a feeder as one unit. So, as soon as I’m done, after lunch today perhaps, I’ll deliver it to their house.
["With edging, can the roof also be a feeding surface? I think so!"]
Then I'll quickly assemble another two for the coffee shop.
I wonder if they’ll sell as quickly? Good weather is ahead and I want gas money so I can go birdhouse spotting.
I suppose, with Troy on top of things, they'll sell like hotcakes too.
Maybe I should give the kid a commission!
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