Despite disasters, Sarah builds a bird feeder for her grandfather.

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It Wasn't EasyNovember
Dear Grandpa,
Itís awful that you broke your leg. Mom says you should move away from all that ice and snow, no matter how much you like Alaska. I sure donít want you to break any more legs, but I hope you stay there till we come up to see you at Christmas.


You said you wanted a bird feeder for Christmas so you could watch the chickadees while your leg heals. I decided that I would make you one. I can tell you that now because I canít make one after all. I went to the library and got a book on making bird feeders and found some great-looking ones, but Dad said, ďAbsolutely no-no-no! A ten-year-old is too young to use power tools.Ē It Wasn't Easy

He offered to cut out the pieces for me, but I said, ďAbsolutely no-no-no! If I donít make it all by myself, then it isnít really, especially from me, which I want it to be.Ē So Iím sorry, but itís Dadís fault.


I love you. Please take care of your leg.
Sarah


Dear Grandpa,
I got your letter. You sure sounded disappointed about the bird feeder. Mom suggested I make a bird feeder out of a milk carton. Maybe when I was six that would have been good enough, but I want to make one that will last and be a family heirloom, like the quilt Grandma made for me.It Wasn't Easy

Love,
Sarah


Dear Grandpa,
I can hardly wait to come to see you. Only five more weeks. Are your chickadees really getting hungry with the snow so deep? I decided I could make you a bird feeder with the handsaw. I started last night. Sawing is hard work.


I love you!
Sarah


Dear Grandpa,
Iím sorry if my writing is squigglyóI have six blisters on my hands from sawing. I should be keeping your present a secret, but I want you to know that itís coming along, so donít give up. You can tell the It Wasn't Easychickadees and the feisty red-breasted nuthatch about it, too, because Iím pretty sure I can get it done. I have two pieces cut out.


Only one month and Iíll see you. Hurrah!
With love,
Sarah


December
Dear Grandpa,
If I wrap up my hands in gauze bandages and wear Momís rubber gloves and her gardening gloves, I can still saw. I have one more piece to go. The pieces that go on the sides arenít exactly the same size, but Iím sure the chickadees wonít notice. I'm glad youíre throwing birdseed out on the snow so they wonít get too hungry before I get there. I really like your letters telling me all about the different birds that come. I especially like to hear about the nuthatch that pecks on your window if you forget to put out the seeds. I will help you name the birds when I get there. Only three more weeks.


I can hardly wait.
Love,
Sarah


Dear Grandpa,
My blisters are better. How is your leg? I now have It Wasn't Easya thumb thatís fat and purple. I hit it with a hammer.


My purple thumb is on my left hand, which is good because I can still hold a paintbrush in my right hand. After I paint the feeder, your Christmas present will be all done.


Only two more weeks!
Sarah


Dear Grandpa,
Itís terrible, horrible, awfulóa disaster!!! I got the bird feeder all painted, and it looked very pretty. I left it in the garage to dry, and Merlin, our terrible, horrible, awful cat, sat on it while the paint was wet. I donít think your chickadees will want a feeder thatís decorated with big wads of cat hair. Only one more week. What am I going to do???
Sarah


P.S. Merlin isnít very happy either.


Dear Grandpa,It Wasn't Easy
We leave for Alaska in three days. I hope this letter gets on an earlier plane so youíll know that I didnít give up. I hope you didnít tell your chickadees that they werenít going to get a feeder after all. I spent every night this week sanding off the fur. Just this morning I repainted the feeder. I hope itís dry by the time we leave.


See you in THREE DAYS!!!!!!!!!
I love you.
Sarah


January
Dear Grandpa,
I loved Alaska! Mom says if you are very careful and if you donít break any more legs, I can come up to see you again in the spring. I wonder if Polly, Molly, Ned, Nicky, Sam, and all the other chickadees will still be there. I especially want to see the feisty nuthatch you named after me. It Wasn't Easy


Dad thinks Iím feisty, too. I did such a good job on the bird feeder that he thinks Iím ready to learn to use the power tools, as long as heís there to help me. I will make you a birdhouse. I hope I can get it done before the birds start nesting in the spring.


Please tell Sarah Nuthatch ďchirpĒ for me.
I love you.
Sarah