Today I took on a new project: birdhouses. There's several of them hanging on some trees around the cabin - some rough and some rotting, but all full of poo.
Two had fallen off their trees, probably because of a heavy winter. One was so rotted through that I gave it up for scrap wood and started to dismantle, only to remember too late that this one had been taken over by bats last year. Mmmm, bat guano.
I rummaged around, and in the old storage shed I found 3 shabby small houses, and a huge one, probably for owls... full of old beer bottles. Poor birds must have had a fun night right before eviction.
Another was half done, but a little nailing, attempted roofing, cursings, and improvising finished up the job.
There's one birdhouse literally on the clothesline that has a songbird that sing-songs all day long. I want these little condos to be filled with oodles of such birdies.
I'll even give them a paint job - that should raise the asking price!
Horray for my first pet project!
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