Scaling the Wooden Mast

I tracked that giant sunflower seed trail straight to a tall wooden post sticking right out of the lawn! High above hung a green plastic bird feeder swaying like a lookout nest. That's where the mother lode is! I set Trunks down firmly against the base, dug the rubber edges of my sandals into the rough cedar splinters, and started climbing straight up. My palms gripped the coarse wood ridges while dry bark flaked into the grass below. Halfway up, a rusty metal bracket gave me a solid foothold. I threw one arm over the bracket and let out a huge shout down to Trunks—we've reached the crow's nest!