There wer many tasks I disliked as a youth on the farm. These included milking cows, watering calves, picthing hay, shocking grain, thresing grain and pitching manure. Worst of all was picking rocks. It was a job of early spring, hard work and a raw wind whipped dirt in my face. What would my teenage self say to me now when I volunterly pick rocks?
There is a huge difference now. Work can be done at a pace I choose and only as long as I choose. So, pick rocks I did today. The glacier left some suitable for the new loader...there was some logic in itss purchase. Using a pry bar to lift rocks out of the ground caused me to wonder why it's called a "crow bar?" Of course I Googled it and this is what I found. Always learning....
The ornithological term for that all-purpose prying tool/hitman weapon dates back to at least around 1386, when an alliterative poem mentioned workmen “putting prises to” the corners of a container with “crows of iron.” It is believed that the sharp angled end of the tool resembled a bird’s beak, and of all the birds that flocked around those areas populated by humans, the crow was observed as the most adept at using its beak as a tool.
Even though William Shakespeare mentions the gadget in Act V of Romeo and Juliet (“Go hence; get me an iron crow and bring it straight unto my cell.”), today in the UK, folks usually leave the bird out of it and refer to it as a “prybar.”
Takk for alt,
Al
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