The Eagle Has Landed

For those who visited our neck of the woods earlier this month, you were able to see a remarkable event--fledging baby eagles. Of course, to our eyes they look less like cuddly little things than juvenile delinquesnt neer-do-wells.

What you have not been able to see (and hear) is what happens after they fledge. They are inexperienced at fending for themselves, so they fly around (as best they can) and hunt for food (as best they can) and screech (which they are very good at doing).

And what they're screeching for is their parent to feed them. After they dive bomb ducks and generally make a nuisance of themselves, they'll perch on a limb and . . . . there's no other word for it, bitch.

It's been a screech-a-palooza, a cacophony of complaints around here.

So you may ask what this has to do with homebuilding.

It's because almost two months into the project (almost 5 if you count the beginning discussions), with the house almost one-fourth completed despite rain delays, we now have a construction loan. This after one last requirement of the bank--to get the elevation for the certificate--for the garage no less.

I joke about home building, that it's only a matter of writing out checks for $1000 every day, sometimes multiple checks in a day.

Each time the surveyor visits, it's $1k. So for the bank to demand this last visit, cost yet another grand.

But at least Charlie can get paid. Yes, indeed, the eagle has landed.