A Blog by Chicken Wrangler Sara
The tree in the middle of our front yard finally had to be cut down. It had been slowly dying for several years. I was sad mainly because a family of woodpeckers lived in it. I enjoyed hearing them and wondered where they would go.
The man who cut the tree down left a rather tall stump that just cried out for a bird house (at least that is what I heard).
I put in a request to my mother who is an avid garage saler. I figured someone was probably getting rid of a bird house for a good price. Sure enough she brought one to me.
Beekeeper Brian thought it was a little silly, but he put it on the stump because he loves me.
I smile every time I look out the window or pull up to our house.
One day I saw a bird perched on top of the house. I wondered if perhaps it might take up residence.
Over the years we have had several different house guests. The most recent was Bill, the Chinese student, who spent four years with us and is considered one of our children.
Since he went off to college and our daughter Rachel moved to Huntsville, it has just been Beekeeper Brian and me. We’ve grown accustomed to being alone in the house. Perhaps it would be best if our next guest moved into the bird house out front.
I beg the occasional woodpecker to stay, but they just don’t. If you figure out how to entice them, let us know.