We became birdhouse landlords on a larger scale when we bought Floating Axe Farm four years ago. Already existing on the property were four lovely, simple bluebird houses, all of which were occupied. We added one more box of our own (a gift from my beloved father-in-law) and for years now have enjoyed watching the constant circle of life playing out in those little homes.
This past spring, though, it became obvious that we were becoming unintentional slum lords. Several of the boxes had begun to look overly weathered. One hosted a black snake, who made a quick meal of our little blue baby friends. The final straw was when one house fell from its perch completely. Thankfully, it was empty. But, still. Maintenance was overdue. Time to take care of our responsibilities.
The rush of summer and its own farming rhythms being what it is, construction didn’t begin until this week. But when it began, it began in earnest, I can assure you.
Using a book from the library titled Birdhouses: Boxes and Feeders for the Backyard Hobbyist (affiliate link), the first new box was made on a perfect autumn Sunday afternoon.
Everyone contributed. And yes, my kids use power tools. Yes, they have been trained in proper safety.
And no, Simon still won’t wear a shirt unless I tell him we’re going somewhere. The weather has shifted and once again, I’m reaching for sweaters and he’s still half naked and barefoot.
Birdie was especially helpful in labeling all the pieces. In Latin. Which only she and Christopher can read. It’s the thought that counts, right?
By the end of the afternoon, we had one new birdhouse ready for mounting. It’s a slightly different style than the one which stood here previously, but we’re hopeful that the bluebirds aren’t overly picky. After all, we don’t charge rent. We just ask that the families allow us to see little flashes of their lives as they raise their young. It seems like a pretty sweet deal… if you’re a bird.