So that you will not think that I only write about serious topics, here are a few more bird houses that we have acquired and mounted this year. We found these bird-bird houses in the Lancaster, PA region. Amish family-run workshops produce them for us tourists (they use gourds, themselves). Of course, the birds have a sense of humor too. We believe that a bluebird has taken up residence in the Oriole Birdhouse, and a rufuos-sided towhee has made nest in the wineberry bushes under the Bluebird Birdhouse. The Woodpecker Birdhouse is open at present.
What’s with the guitar, you ask? A few months back, when I took the trash down to the trash bin, I found this guitar pitched. A friend of ours would say it was only good to paddle a canoe. The neck had been glued back on with beads of Guerilla Glue oozing out from the body, and it had a couple of holes, I like to think bullet sized. Maybe it was used for target practice, or it had been in a bar fight. Whatever the tragic history, I turned it upside-down, buried an end, and pulled back the strings to make an opening for some small bird. It remains vacant so far.