[pmrid (Peter)]

I had one of those 'butterfy effect' afternoons. It started with a fig bird that flew into the shed where I do all my telescope repairs etc, and where I have all my computer gear stored. Stupid thing didn't want to leave. Whatever I did to chase it out, it would not come down below the level of the rafters where it proceeded to crap all over suff that doesn't tolerate bird poop very well.
I manufactured a bird catching net out of a fisnet. No good. I tried to make a small slingshot out of wire and old bunjee straps but all I managed to do was put a 1/2 inch nut through a window.
I then decided to get a can of ether (I use it to start engines - a wonderful product called "Start Ya Basta4%^#". It gave me a headache but didn't bother the bird at all. Then to cap it all off I tripped over a power cord that hapened to be connected to a telescope that happened to be sitting on a workbench and pulled the whole thing onto the floor - me with it. So there I sat surrounded by wire and telescope parts and the damned bird just sat there and I swear it was laughing at me.
The bird won.
For now, it is master of the shed and I've gone home to sulk.
Tomorrow is round two.

Peter.