Saturday morning I was wandering about the cottage, toothbrush in mouth, when I heard odd banging noises coming from the new (under construction) part of the house. I thought it was wind coming in from the open windows upstairs and blowing some of the HVAC shaft pieces around. “Bam!” No, too loud for that. It sounded intentional.
“Someone’s out there!” I muttered, taking cover and peering around the front door through a window.
Then I saw it. Wings. Black wings. In the see-through fireplace. A big, noisy, unhappy crow.
I opened the door. He flew, banging against a pane of glass, angry but unharmed. Buck came out, looked over the situation and came up with a simple, yet elegant solution. “Let’s go to lunch. He’ll be gone when we get back.”
And so we went down to the recently re-opened Jamie’s French Restaurant in the historic district. Their quaint little house was slammed by Hurricane Ivan, and the young couple who owns it (the Scarritts) have only just been able to start serving again. It was great to be there. We both order the fish special, a luscious fresh local grouper sauteed with a caper cream sauce.
When we got home, the winged intruder had made good his escape.
Meanwhile, the HVAC guys have continued their meticulous work on our home’s infrastructure. Tomorrow, our good friend and electrician, Bob Johnson, will be on scene to begin work on the lighting schematic.
Here are a couple of photo updates:
Those black rubber tubes are used to insulate copper pipes.