Sometime last year, I purchased this sweet bird house at an antique shop. I really don’t think it’s old, and probably isn’t handcrafted, but that little screened door called my name.
I searched for a long time for the perfect post on which to mount it. A few months ago, I found that at a little shabby chic shop on the Outer Banks. But I couldn’t decide on an exact location in our yard for the bird house, so it had remained unassembled.
Until last week, when I made that decision. And, as soon as I asked, Motor Man went to work on my latest project. (Usually much larger jobs take place in his shop. And they involve horsepower.) And no, that red spot isn’t Motor Man’s tongue…it’s apparently something on the back wall.
But, as is always the case, Motor Man did an excellent job.
This is a side view. It makes me think of a summer cottage.
And now, we’re just waiting for a special little family to make it their home.