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Life with Gary - The Birdfeeder
Sep. 7th, 2010 05:53 pmGary has been waging a battle with critters abusing his birdfeeder located in the backyard just at the tree line. The deer love to stop by for a snack and, a few weeks ago, a raccoon tried to abscond with it. While Gary doesn't mind that the birds have to share, he wasn't happy about the destruction.
Gary's solution was to repair the feeder (the raccoon tore it apart a bit) and put it on a pulley system so it's about ten feet off the ground on a narrow limb to discourage the raccoons.
Right.
Me: You do realize that when you go on a two-week ski trip this winter the birds won't get fed because I am not slogging 50 feet through the snow to fiddle with your 'system' in freezing weather?
Gary: I know.
Me: Just checking.
It worked for two days, then the rope broke (who knows how long that piece had been moldering in the basement). He went back to the store for nylon rope that won't rot.
I'm upstairs and I catch sight of him lugging the extension ladder out to the back then trying to wrestle it into extending while he had it standing up. I headed outside when I saw him nearly tip over twice, envisioning back surgery in his future. By the time I got out there, the ladder was on the ground and he was still trying to extend it and it was sticking.
Me: Did you try some WD-40?
Gary: Huh. That would probably help, wouldn't it?
Me: That's why I used to get paid the big bucks. *sigh*
The ladder extended, Gary wrestled it back up, and then I watched in disbelief as he rested it against the narrow branch the pulley was already attached to.
Me: You're not actually going to climb the ladder while it's resting against an inch-thick branch and five feet out from the trunk!
Gary: I can't reach it otherwise. I was perfectly fine the last time.
Me: I can't let you play outside by yourself anymore, can I?
He lived and the birdfeeder is back in business.
Idiot man's guardian angel deserves double overtime and hazard pay.
Gary's solution was to repair the feeder (the raccoon tore it apart a bit) and put it on a pulley system so it's about ten feet off the ground on a narrow limb to discourage the raccoons.
Right.
Me: You do realize that when you go on a two-week ski trip this winter the birds won't get fed because I am not slogging 50 feet through the snow to fiddle with your 'system' in freezing weather?
Gary: I know.
Me: Just checking.
It worked for two days, then the rope broke (who knows how long that piece had been moldering in the basement). He went back to the store for nylon rope that won't rot.
I'm upstairs and I catch sight of him lugging the extension ladder out to the back then trying to wrestle it into extending while he had it standing up. I headed outside when I saw him nearly tip over twice, envisioning back surgery in his future. By the time I got out there, the ladder was on the ground and he was still trying to extend it and it was sticking.
Me: Did you try some WD-40?
Gary: Huh. That would probably help, wouldn't it?
Me: That's why I used to get paid the big bucks. *sigh*
The ladder extended, Gary wrestled it back up, and then I watched in disbelief as he rested it against the narrow branch the pulley was already attached to.
Me: You're not actually going to climb the ladder while it's resting against an inch-thick branch and five feet out from the trunk!
Gary: I can't reach it otherwise. I was perfectly fine the last time.
Me: I can't let you play outside by yourself anymore, can I?
He lived and the birdfeeder is back in business.
Idiot man's guardian angel deserves double overtime and hazard pay.