Each connecting swing of the hammer made the pitch change.
I never knew that nails had such a song as they were driven into hard wood.
I could tell when the swing was perfect and when it wasn't just by that song.
And the smell of the wood sawdust as it fell to ground from the back of the circular saw.
Sweet and fragrant.
It would have been grand to have been out there with my camera to capture these actions - and they probably would do well on the stock sites too.
But we are constructing a chicken coop - for my four new chickens.
And I want to help build it.
Besides - I would have missed the song of the nails if I was paying attention to capturing the action instead of participating in it.
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