My husband Chris is forever making stuff. He went on a streak a couple of years back making birdhouses out of re-purposed barn wood.
I warned him about getting too crazy with the size and shape of the openings, because I had read that different species of bird could be quite particular about that. He ignored me.
They were very popular and he’s sold most of them now; there are a few in our trees that he put up last year, but I didn’t think of them as anything but decorative because smartypants me knows that no bird would actually take a chance on these crazy things.
Particularly eyebrow raising was an old broken guitar he put up, minus the strings, for a laugh.
Well, wouldn’t you know it, all of these birdhouses have occupants.
Here are the starlings that have taken up residence in the guitar:
I realize these pictures will not have National Geographic ringing me up anytime soon... taken through the glass from the living room.
I should probably wash my windows
And there are some camera-shy little yellow finches hanging out in here:
Between these guys, the sparrows, doves, jays and the ubiquitous robins, our yard is downright noisy these days. I couldn’t have been more wrong. And I’m okay with that.