The window near my desk looks out on our back porch which is quite large. We have a beat up (beyond Shabby Chic even) red picnic table that is covered in all sorts of flower pots. Most of them are experiments for our 5 year old. On the railing hangs a bird feeder.
I love birds. Another hand-me-down interest genetically programmed by my mom. The neighbors to our left have 5 bird feeders. Yes, five. They even have thistle seed to attract the finches! The neighbors on the right of us (the parents of the neighbors on the left) have 7 bird feeders. *sigh* We hung our feeder so our daughter, (hereafter referred to as Milo, which is what she calls herself. (?) I dunno!) would be able to learn the local bird species and so our cats would have some tv to watch. When we do get a bird they stop and look left, then right, and fly to one of the neighbors offered up to either side of us. *big sigh*
How does one compete with the a dozen other bird feeders in all shapes and sizes offering up specialized seed? For goodness sake it’s like a posh buffet at the Bellagio!
We’ve proven that our neighbors can out feed the birds, but can they out house them? I think not! Looking at this birdhouse I am tempted to say “the hell with the birds, when can I move in?” This beautiful bird house was made on their converted farm in Minnesota.
This from Bacon Square:
We’d like to believe we are making heirlooms for future generations that will be handed down for years to come or found by a child playing in grandma’s attic.
I think they are achieving their goal. Just look at this French Cottage:
I think the birds would be fighting to live in these. Perhaps we would have to have applications and check references! 😉