Nearing the End of the Long Trail.
When pieces are nailed together, then painted, one of the shop's under-paid employees fills in nail holes with putty and sends it back to the paint shop for a wee dab here, a wee dab there.
The whites spots are putty. "Hey, paint shop. Come here!"
The painter will dress up the roof on the wee birdhouse on the bench, too.
J.R. Models sit like ducks in a row. Only a perch is needed now.
The man in charge of perches - usually the last addition to a birdhouse - is often busy right up to the last minute.
He has already been paged. I hear "he is on his way."
More to follow.
Please link to First Batches of the Birdhouse Season (10).
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