You're right.   Sometimes things can get out of hand when it comes to rocking mooses

But I believe this is a fold-up space-saving rocking moose 

It looks like a better idea than going with something too ornate...

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The wattlebird is growing in cheek, sorry, confidence; sitting almost at my feet and looking expectant - "Do you want that bread you're holding...?".

It's quiet at night. Spring growth is tender, and sweet, the food I put out is appreciated, but it's not quite the same.

Mother magpie came by, picked up three pieces of macaroni, and left, always in a hurry.

I must remember to suggest a bandolier, or a tiny shopping bag to her, next time I see her, ha ha.

One of the cockatoos landed on my back, between my shoulders, then peered either side of my head to see who it would have to squabble with if it went either right, or left. They're so light; somewhere between 600 and 900 grams, apparently. They can, also, and I know it may come as a surprise, be incredibly gentle. The bird climbed sideways, and up, and very carefully took flight.

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*Christmoose is on the way*

Only 14 more Fridays until Christmas

I made a rocking chair, once.

With the emphasis on Once.

It was not a great success.

I think, in the end, somebody took to the seat with a saw, cut a hole big enough to take a large pot and turned it into a piece of "decorative garden art".

The chair, itself, was relatively easy to make; I had chairs from which I could take measurements, make a copy.

But the runners, the curved bits upon which it sits...

They were difficult, awkward, challenging...

It didn't help that I built it in a tiny tin shed, one of those that come as the afterthought add-on to a carport.

There'd be the smooth sweep sound of the plane on the timber, followed by a thud, as my elbow connected with the wall behind me, on the reverse stroke.

I've worked in some strange places, ha ha.

In the end it looked like a rocking chair, and it was quite solid, but when it came to rocking, well...

It wasn't one of my finer pieces, ha ha, but I can say that I can tick it off the list of "Manly things to do - make furniture", from that silly late 90's "Men's" magazine and the article written by people who wouldn't know furniture if they stubbed their toes on it.

I made a rocking bear. A hand sewn bear, fixed to runners (that at one point in their life had been wooden coat hangers).

Am I going to say no to a piece of wood that's the right size, and already curved, that only needs a little sanding?

After my earlier attempt, I think not, ha ha.

Making rocking furniture is best left to people who have the space, the time, and more than a passing idea of what they're doing.

That's my excuse for not making another rocking chair, ha ha.

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