It was free. It was a mess of old cedar fence boards and posts. They would help unload.
["I whittled down the haphazard stack of old material"]
The load was soon sitting in a rough pile outside my backyard shop and two days ago I did a pile of work to turn rescued lumber into something useful. Birdhouses and shadow boxes came to mind as I cut off rotted bits and removed bent nails.
["The scrap box was soon full"]
["At sunset I felt satisfied; good wood was neatly stacked"]
Within a few hours I had a goodly number of useful slats standing inside my shop and one particular project in mind, i.e., a batch of rustic houses for rustic birds. And before the sun went down eight houses were ready for sanding.
Sanding, assembling, adding a modest trim package. Easy kap-easy. But that's for tomorrow.
Photos by GH
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