9:45 -- Somebody must be watching over birds and those who fear them. At 9:30, in walked the exact man I was hoping would show up. When I told him my dilemma, with absolutely no hesitation he walked to the sill, cupped Birdie in his hands, and marched him to the door and freedom. Crisis averted, with no lingering effects other than my feeling of being a huge wimp. The man and his lovely wife were headed for the Grand Canyon, so I gave them a guide book and wished them well.
The Bird Man of Afton Station and his wife
10:00 a.m. -- The next visitors were a three-generation family of 10 from Ottawa, KS. , complete with a 6-month-old baby and a very very cute 2-year-old girl who was NOT happy to leave after spending some time with our gas station toy. I think I'm already tired.
The rest of the day: General chaos! I've never had so many visitors when I've been there by myself. Betty dropped in for a while, which is always a joy and very helpful, but for the most part of the day I was alone. I had a total of 41 visitors, most toward the end of the day. Along with those mentioned before from W. Chicago IL and Ottawa KS, I also just about lost my voice chatting with folks from Miami OK, Joplin MO, Ft. Smith AR, Eunice NM, Pryor OK, Vinita OK, Afton OK, Chambersburg PA, Spartanburg SC, Thorp WI, Skiatook OK, Crawfordsville IA, Bartlesville OK, and Brussels, Belgium. I probably should apologize to any who felt they got short shrift, as despite trying to be all things to all people, I found it hard to meet, greet, and talk to everyone equally. They were all such interesting folks, too! Quite a few motorcyclists visited, and everyone was in a great mood on this beautiful, cool-ish day.
Here's one of the finished shields. Isn't it gorgeous?
Buried cars a la Cadillac Ranch in Amarillo, seem to be popping up here and there. This one is on Route 66 near Chelsea. I've seen a few off Route 66, too. Interesting... I guess.