When I was growing up, I used to be totally and completely afraid of birds. It’s a strange phobia, which I think has something to do with my old yard lying along migratory paths and each year suddenly hearing the sound of thousands upon thousands of beating wings circling ominously overhead. For a mini-version of me, this fell somewhere between The Birds and the apocalypse. Not a pleasant experience.
Birdhouses, on the other hand, are simply adorable! I’m lucky enough to live a block or two from a house with at least fourteen of them in their front yard, all brightly colored and happy. Like this one, helpfully labeled “Birdhouse.” Just darling!