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When I was a new bride, I was a collector. For some reason, I felt compelled to accumulate groups of things - handcrafted things like birdhouses and hand-thrown pottery. Pretty things but not particularly useful and a pain in the ass to keep free of dust. Luckily, I have the attention span of gnat so these collections never grew to the hundreds or thousands, just enough (I thought) to make a statement.
Until recently, the birdhouses were displayed above my kitchen cabinets. Since Sparky retired, we've been doing a lot of work on the house and the yard and I've been in this "Re-use, Recycle or Dump" mode. In my zeal to de-clutter the house as we renovate, some items have migrated outdoors.
The shade gardens in front of the house needed... something.
As you know, we New Englanders love us some yard ornaments. Yes indeedy, we do.
So rather than go the way of flamingos and Mary-on-the-halfshell, I decided to relocate the birdhouses outdoors. We mounted the houses on some beautiful old weathered fence posts and I have to admit, I'm pretty pleased with the way they turned out.
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Now, I didn't actually expect birds to use these since they're placed so close to the house. My thought was that they would be purely decorative. The birds, however, had other ideas. Someone is currently renovating this Bait Shack directly in front of my Living Room window.
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I came home one day last week and found a Chickadee about to enter the birdhouse with a bright blue string clutched in her beak. Since I love to decorate, I decided to help her with the reno project. I pulled out my knitting bag and tied scraps of bright purple and blue yarn to various trees in the yard.
Apparently, Mistress Mother Nature is pleased because the next day, I was gifted with this:
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Although, someone else is NOT so happy because I found the corpse of a baby bird on the top rail of my garden fence. I felt like the guy in The Godfather who found the horse's head in his bed. I suspect it's the Subterranean Pythons...
This is war.