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Day 324
The
Playhouse/dove cage across the creek
I
reckon I always had a penchant for building, as it were; Mom says, at age 5, I
got a little metal tool box with a hammer, screwdriver, square and saw inside
it; I promptly cut off a chair leg which resulted in a distinct wobble; cutting
off adjacent legs did not rectify the
situation.
Eventually,
I got the building “idea” on the right track constructing pigeon cages, sheds,
garages, swimming pools, and, finally, houses; we lived in some very nice ones
over the years.
On
our farm, I built a new home in a little valley overlooking a rock bottom
creek. Just outside the pasture where the horses lived and across the stream
from our home, I built a kid’s playhouse on the second story with a dove cage
on the 1st floor to house Lady Candice’s doves.
One
fine day, somebody in our domicile looked out the window and announced that a
coyote was trying to get at the doves in the cage. Grabbing my .25-06 rifle, I
went out on the front deck. Sure enough, a large coyote was jumping against the
wire wall of the cage, hungry for dove meat.
I
dispatched that critter; the doves were safe. “Don’t steal from me! Mr.
Coyote!” I reckon.
Becky
decorated her playhouse with native wild flowers for big sister-Beth’s prom.
I
love to build and seem always to have some project going; usually for someone
else.
Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “Light ’em up! Cowboy!”
Memories!
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