Since I still have a day job, I’m not quite ready for my Big Year – the quintessential bird watcher’s epic journey so memorably depicted in the mediocre yet entertaining Steve Martin movie of the same name. But perhaps because I have a day job, on weekends I have found myself becoming endlessly fascinated with birds.
And because I am fascinated by birds and with birds and I like to build things, I am now officially obsessed with birdhouses. The obsession started last year, when swallows actually moved into a birdhouse we’d bought at a flea market.
Then my husband bought me a very cool book that has tons of great information about how to grow things and make things. I’m sure it’s very useful if you actually live on a farm but if you don’t it’s almost as good; it’s kind of like reading a travel guide to a place you want to go but can’t figure out when or how to get there . And it has lots of information about birds and birdhouses – what size certain birds like, how big the hole should be, how far from the floor it should be – all kinds of stuff. When I’d read it I really felt like a Bird Nerd. Especially when I began to put it into practice by building birdhouses. But that’s the next blog post. For now, here’s the most exciting thing that’s happened this spring – a swallow is checking out our birdhouse! This is what inspires someone like me to build more. And more . And more.