We headed up to Clarksville this morning after breakfast. It was a grey, foggy day but we wanted to check out the wintering Eagles. On the way, we saw a bunch of Hawks. We stopped to look at this, thinking he was going to fly when we pulled up. He sat there for a couple of minutes before finally flying off.
It's cold in here! Glenn's heater broke this weekend and we didn't know it until today. It was pretty cold in there yesterday when Sky was working on the baggage compartment lid and I was trying to get cotter-key holes lined up in castle-nuts. When we came out this morning, it was 46 degrees in the hangar. We had the guy put some more propane in the tank but it turned out to be the blower fan.
Under Glenn's supervision, Sky and I learned how to put on shock cords this afternoon. He has a homemade "stretcher" which you put in a vise to use. Then it's a piece of cake to stretch them out and put them on. You just have to be careful, it one breaks it slaps you upside the head! 
You old guys remember these. We youngsters had plastic models to satisfy our aviation urges. But the real-deal is Balsa wood, flying models. Sky has started building Guillows models. Waiting on dad to come home so he could go out and be bored waiting for direction to work on the full-size Cub wasn't enough for him. I haven't helped him at all. He builds 6-thousand piece Lego kits all the time, so this should be a cinch.
Here one little Elf is shaking a rattle-can in preparation for me painting the instrument panel.
The same elf trys out the front seat for comfort. Need to go a little forward, she said.
Here a little elf lies on his back to tighten the straps holding the fuel tank in place. 
