Meet the neighbors.

Right when the bloke pulled up to the house with the truck full of furniture, we met the neighbors.  But they didn't come bearing homemade baked goods or even pleasantries.  They showed up with a "what was that noise?!"

Flash back about 30 seconds and I'm inside the house chatting with the bloke's friends.  I hear the truck rumbling up.  Then a loud BOOM.  At that moment, about three of us - in unison - said "tree."

Okay, rewind back those 30 seconds again.  The bloke is in the cab of the truck.  His friend, riding shotgun is saying, "Oh, wow, is that the house?  Oh it's nice.  Oh wow, look at how big those trees are in your yard."  BOOM.

Yep, the bloke did not clear the tree.

 The view from the inside.  Let the sunshine in.

 Doh!  Some of the tree made it inside the truck.

The wounded tree.

All of the guys are laughing away, while the bloke assures us, "It's okay.  I bought the insurance."  I thought to myself, "Wow, I've never bought the insurance.  I always thought it was silly.  I guess it does come in handy."

Then, upon returning the truck, we discover this:

"CUSTOMER is responsible for ALL overhead damage."  Dang it.  I wonder if there's every been anyone else who has made a homeowner's insurance claim within the first 30 seconds of arriving at the house on move in day.

Like I said before, and as all of the neighbors heard, we know how to make an entrance.

Love,

the bird (and the bloke)

P.S.  Here's a little sneak peek at one of the projects we've been working on.