He has chipped and sanded all the bark off of the big stump.
Then, oops, most of this side was rotted, so he took it out. I don't think any bird would live in such an abode, but Jordan assures me that he has a plan. It involves rocks from my front flower bed. I am trusting in the artistic process.
He has been trying his hand at carving and having fun visiting woodworking shops (candy stores for carpenters) and buying toys...um, I mean, tools.
More to come...