28, I was scared that I'd bore you if I told you about the '34 Plymouth coupe that's half done and the '68 Super Bee that needs the rebuilt factory motor installed. The list is fairly long.
I made a hydraulic tank bracket for the top of my Massey-Harris today. It took some imagineering and modifications to the the cardboard template, but it's done.
Today, near suppertime, I heard a screech when I was grinding this bracket. I stopped and listened again, nothing, so I ground on. Another screech. Maybe the bearings in my relatively new grinder are giving up. I stopped again and after a minute I heard it again. Maybe a bird just outside the big door. It sounded quite close, though. I went to the man door, quickly opened it, and stuck my head out, hoping to scare the bird away. No bird. Hmmmf. As I came in and closed the door there was a shadow flash. Then another screech, this time, a definite, THIEF. Then I found him. There's only one bird that shreeks 'thief' at you while stealing your catfood. A Bluejay. He must have crawled in through the catdoor in my man door. Sometimes my shop cat hits her door so hard it sticks open until I reset it, and I had to do that this morning. Anyhow I opened the big door and the bluejay flew out into the darkness.