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Have I ever introduced you to Otis?

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He’s a large (expensive!) metal sculpture of an osprey on a nest that my late mother bought us over 10 years ago with the understanding he would be mounted on the Barn Mahal when construction was complete.

Sadly, my mother passed away before that happened and Otis has languished on the top floor waiting for deployment ever since.

Unfortunately the nest on which he was sat was unable to be affixed to the barn roof as is … so we had to hire a welder to design a mount which we just now did.

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Said mount, nest and bird needed to go here.

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And that wasn’t an easy task.

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But on a recent overcast day a friend was called and the job started.

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With little to no enthusiasm I may add.

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Finding the right spot to bolt the mount proved tricky and I was sent upstairs to make sure the holes were in the right place.

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Upstairs…

Otherwise known as my spouse’s airplane hangar of crap.

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If there’s empty space, you know my guy is going to fill it. I rarely get up here since the overhead door is heavy and beyond my meager arm strength.

But every time I do make the climb….

I find new (old) things.

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Did we need 4 wooden sleighs?

We did not, but apparently we own them all the same.

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I also found a rubber chicken…

As one does.

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