I've spent a lot of time watching the squirrels chase each other and throw things at those of us sitting on the deck. I love listening to the birds (some I can imitate). No surprise that we have a couple of birdhouses around. One in particular is a most unique birdhouse. My grandmother and grandfather fashioned it out of an old coffee pot. A few years ago, a bad storm blew it out of the tree. I came across it and took it into the house in the hopes of managing to fix it and hang it again. I'm one of those
Last August, my dad cut down the pear tree in the yard and one of the branches smashed the birdhouse. I figured it was time to make good on my promise. My grandmother, who was slowly declining in health, was supposed to be coming to Deltaville for the last time. Now was a good time to get her precious birdhouses up.
Ethan helped me find one and he also picked out the paint colors and I let him paint the replacement birdhouse. I was unsure what to do about the coffee pot. I had no idea how I was going to attach it to the tree again. Finally I found an old piece of wood, painted it, attached the pot to it (after several cuts, thankfully I have a current tetanus) and got it attached back on the tree.
My grandmother never made it down to Deltaville again, but I was able to send her photos of our handy work. She was pleased.
The new birdhouse on the metal pole. Paint job by Ethan, I painted the pole.
Coffee Pot birdhouse. Doesn't matter if nothing nests in it at this point, it's all about the memories