(to the tune of 'oh what a lovely bunch of coconuts')
"Oh what a lovely bunch of spalted logs, there they are a laying in a row. Long ones, short ones, some as long as my.................... blogs!
Give them a twist, a flick of the wrist. That's what the showman said."
Give them a twist, a flick of the wrist. That's what the showman said."
It's tough to take the boy out of the man sometimes.
While I watched Todd work his Polaris 4x4 pulling the logs out of the wood I noticed some trees that were burled. I planned to return for them even though the weather was turning for the worse.
Shhhh.......be bewrey, bewrey quite. I'm hunting burls.
Here I am returning from safari loaded down with my quarries. My porter
left me though, he kept mumbling some nonsense about a giant ape.
Didn't like the weather, I reckoned.
We will have to wait to see what the burls hold. I think it will be the new year before I get to those and maybe the logs too. I'll post the results.
As always, thanks for reading. Oh, and singing along on this one.
Ken
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