Yep, that’s right. For about a year I’ve been noticing these random birdhouses built from hollowed-out gourds. And for some reason I’ve always wanted one of my own. So, when I passed by a display of them while on our family trip to Branson this past weekend, I knew there was one with my name on it. My pick…a pretty red number that’s sure to attract some lovely feathered friends. I can’t wait to find its tree. However, I’m going to hold out for now…if we decide to move anytime soon, I’d have to leave it behind should a bird decide to make it a home.
We do, however, have one birdhouse that’s currently occupied in our home. Inspired by the old river cabins he used to visit as a kid, Lucas built this sweet birdhouse out of shingles. And a few little finches thought it looked just right.
And, while I’m on the topic of random birdhouse creations…how cool are these?! They might just have to be our next tree ornament…yeeeee-haw!