Every Fall, as winter creeps toward us, I help the Susag brothers cut and split cordwood to provide a winter supply for Mark’s woodstove. Rather than rustle wood from the mountains, Mark had two loads of full-length logs dropped at his North Valley property.
The three of us spent a little
time yesterday afternoon splitting and stacking some previously cut
rounds. We all find the work
enjoyable. Gathering together to help
each other verges on spiritual---especially when you consider we have held
close friendships since grade school.
Mark and I are similar in our
view on nature. We allow the natural
environment have its way where we live.
When out in the wilds, we tend to live and let live.
While sawing cordwood lengths
the other day, Mark discovered an old bird’s nest in the hollow of a log. Not being one to ignore such a thing, he cut
the section free and whittled at the section with his chainsaw until he
fashioned a nest box with human sensibilities.
After our session of
woodcutting Mark offered me the natural birdhouse. “You want to take it?” he asked.
“Hell yes!” I answered.
Anything to help birds.
Next spring, I will find a protected
place for the house near my cabin.
Natural Birdhouse
Mark With His Chainsaw
—Mitchell Hegman
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