Vacancy

Previously on Recycled Photons, the tragedy of the fallen screech owl box. It turns out that the wood had not rotted. Rather, the tree grew, the bark enveloping the screws, pushing the box off the screws. And thus off the tree.

As you can see the box is back up, this the view from our back deck.

Overcoming my fear of heights, that's me at the top of our friend Joe's ladder (our ladder is too short). That's Joe keeping the ladder from sliding out. A problem I've had in the past. You may recall Joe and his ladder from the last owl nest contraption we installed in a tree.

Patty added the final touch. I sure hope they can read. It's been a while since we've had a tenant.