Uncle Bob and I were shooting the breeze a few months ago, talking about woodworking at a baby shower. (Not just any baby shower, mind you. One with a reggae band. I love my friends and the fact that they have uncles like Uncle Bob.) I was telling him some of my concerns with a few projects in the hopes of gleaning some advice from one of the greatest woodworkers I have ever met.
“You know what your problem is, kiddo? You’re spending too much time up there,” he said with a twinkle in his eye, putting his finger to my temple.
Yeah. Nailed it.
He went on to say, “You gotta think like our ancestors thought. Why make it harder than it is? Look at what you’re building and think about it logically. What makes the most sense to get from point A to B with basic tools?”
I’ve often thought about our conversation in the months that followed when approaching a project.
And pallet turkeys were born.
Once I built one, I couldn’t stop that day. I made an entire army (or rafter, if you want to get all proper) of them. And then lined them up in the living room in any free space that was available as they waited for their ride up to Oneonta, NY where I was going to pick up another generous load of planks from Uncle Bob.
I wondered what the heck people were thinking as I made my way up the northeast extension with these wooden birds clearly visible in a pallet cage in the trailer. Yep. Just another day in the office.
Each turkey has a personality of its own and is made from pallet wood and other reclaimed wood, from fence pieces to slabs to wooden siding from the cabin. (To be clear, I didn’t just go ripping off pieces from the back of the cabin in the hopes no one would notice. My stash is legit. You’re welcome, Mom.)
These funky guys are perfect for indoors or outdoors. And at the end of the season, if you don’t want to store it in your garage or attic with the rest of your fall decorations, take it into the woods and use it for target practice. I won’t judge. Actually, it would be PERFECT. Come to think of it, maybe I should be marketing these as the ideal gift for the hunter in your life…
This one’s for you, Uncle Bob.