Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Flying Termites

For this blog entry, if the reader would cast his or her mind back to January this year, and the overdue replacement of the parrot perch's critical component. Viz: The bit to land on. Well when finished, it looked like this:

It's not Chippendale, but it met with psittacine approval, and that's never guaranteed. Anyway, just a few short months on, and I think we can safely say that rigorous testing has proved that Faithful brand broomsticks are to be avoided if you're looking for beak resistance:

Yes, a good and destructive time has been had by both. So another broomstick gave up its life for the cause over the weekend. All went well - pegs popped out easily enough, and the replacement was fitted without a hitch - but instead of taking it down to the w'shop this time, I did it all under their eagle eye. Well, parrot eye. Mistake. Someone - and she shall rename nameless but I'm pretty sure it's PJ - is now industriously exploring the options for pulling the oak pegs out for herself. Darn.

In the meantime, I can't help thinking this level of application in the pursuit of the destruction of wood ought to be able to be applied somewhere productive. At the least, the carefully graded waste chips must be useful for something? Although why I think this is anyone's guess. I've been turning larger pieces of wood into smaller ones and making a lot of mess whilst doing it for years, and it's never got me anywhere...


  1. Do those parrots talk, Alf? If so, you could ask them whether they are taking the p*ss - although I think we already know the answer.

    Cheers ;-)

    Paul Chapman

  2. The remaining timony grey that shares my lathe shed can shred a bit of 2X1 in a couple of hours flat.
    A certain amount of mutual understanding calls a truce on the night time perch, particularly in the winter months as that's where the main heater is.
    A a certain individual has a fine understanding of just how far you can modify it before one ends in an unseemly ball of feathers.
    Flight perches made from the cotoneaster prunings etc. are not worth bending a beak on but a rectangular block of beech is a challenge needing turning just to prove we can.
    It is frustrating though that we have been stopped from removing any more sections of the 5X2 roof joists like me and my mate managed one week while the baby sitter was not watching.


  3. .

    Poly-Wood, perhaps?



  4. Reminds me of the joke:

    -What do you call a parrot in a raincoat?


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