There was a birdhouse, then in fell down and became a mousehouse. Nay mind!
Mark Rodgers
i rememeber building them with my grandfather, and afterwords we would go buy a big bag of birdfood. We would put them in all the trees on his 5 acre property and then count all the birds we saw coming and the different types we saw. We would keep track of them in a blue spiral notebook. Then i would run in and show my grandmother and she would always listen attentively and act surprised about the birds i saw.
Sydni Masoncup
There are lots of birdhouses outside my home. Birdfeeders too. While my dad was getting his phD, he put them up, so he could watch the birds. They’re beautiful. Finches, jays, woodpeckers. I can’t imagine our yard without them, now.
i read a book about the making of birdhouses in fourth grade, our teacher mr fuller would let us stand on our desks to tell the class about our discoverys
lyn
i once built a birdhouse for the tree in my backyard. i made it out of birch wood and all the little birdies loved it. they would come and eat for hours and hours then burst because they ate so much.
Cdem
Birdhouse. I’ve had one of those. But my cat used to sleep in it, so we never saw any birds. Rather unfortunate. The birdhouse soon rotted and fell apart, so the cat slept in a bush instead. My mother often complains that the cat ruins the flowers. :P
FRED XD
Pretty, and majestic. A nice place to live
Jenny
I saw a bird in the birdhouse and it was eating seeds. It was giving food to it’s little babies that were staying warm in the house. It was so cold outside so the house was really nice and warm for them. And then Spongebob turned off the nature Chanel.
Rebecca
birds sing
they bathe in bathouses
of windows and little souls
their wings flutter like their
little souls
their voice echo in the birdhouse
because they sing
a teenage poet
industrial nature. the birds would probably rather live in a real tree. nice thought for sure, but if i were a bird i think i’d rather live in a real tree. maybe that’s because i already live in a house now though.
Anonymous
“It’s stuck!! Oh no, it’s stuck!!”
“What’s stuck?”
“My hat!”
“… Where’s your hat stuck in?”
“The birdhouse! My hat got stuck in the birdhouse while I was trying to put my head in the whole.”
“… *insert heavy groan here*…”
chips
The birdhouse was the only thing she could really see when she looked out the window. The trees, the flowers, the grass and the statues were the same, bigger, but the same. The birdhouse was the only addition. She knew the garden like the back of her hand.
Hel
I peeked inside the birdhouse hoping to discover a nest filled with cute baby birds; however all that stood inside that pink and blue house were scattered twigs and dog hair. I wonder where the birds went.
kristin
It’s soft little features allow it to fly out of it crumpling, burning down home. It’s yellow little place where this sweet little bird sleeps and stays warm. It’s only home it’s only house. It’s bird house.
Stephanie Underhill
What’s the point in birdhouses? There is none. I swear. Birds don’t need houses. They have trees. And branches. Is this not a humancentric approach being dictated to the natural world?
Cass
It was Thursday in the park and the bag was lumpy this time. He pulled out nails, wood from who-knows-where, and paint. We spread a checkered cloth on the ground and began to build. Two hours later, we painted the small house bright red and stuck it in a tree.
birdhouses are one of the most spectacular structures in existence. they help us humans maintain friendly flying creatures as pets. they, therefore, increase our happiness and we should value them higher than the thickness of our wallets. from this day forth, let us never forget what birdhouses have given to society. let us think of what we can give back to them. perhaps a canary? or a parrot.
Peter
a birdhouse.
my mum got a birhouse for christmas.
i think i liked it even more than she did.
it was really cute.
a really fancy birdhouse in fact.
like as in,
if birds had mtv
and if birds could talk
it would definitely a crib to visit.
it had three stories- a three storie birdhouse
and i mean, you can’t really go inside a birdhouse or anything, even the birds, but still.
three stories.
it was really cool.
i liked it.
but i think that’s cause i like birds
cause they can fly
and they have feathers
and they don’t talk
so no matter how much they chirp and chirp and chirp and fly into your window, it’s still more beautiful than an annoying person chatting up your ear.
Karley :)
birds live in a birdhouse..they are pretty boring. i have nothing to say about them
Anonymous
birdhouse full of birds. what a collaboration of family. there musn’t be much space in those. I’m sure it would be nice to live in one but not so nice, simultaneously. the lack of privacy.
Anonymous
i never had a birdhouse never really wanted a birdhouse. i would love to have a birdbath but that will have to wait until i have my own house or move to a place that has pretty birds and not all these damn pigeon. Birdhouse i want a birdhouse or maybe i want to be a bird so i can just fly away
eroticserenity
She got a birdhouse at the white elephant exchange. At first, I thought maybe she liked it, but as the hour passed, she grew more and more uncomfortable with it sitting on the table next to her. She joked that others could steal it but her eyes begged for it. I wondered why. Does she live in a condo with no place to put it? Does she hate birds? It seems her aversion to it was extreme, so I want to attribute it to some awful experience, when it might just be that she thinks birdhouses are stupid.
Anonymous
The birds flitted in and out of the trees around the birdhouse nervously. Watson suspected the laying to be taking place soon. He didn’t begrudge them their happiness on such a fine morning, but he did wish they would be a bit quieter.
alexa1162
its peaceful and mesmerizing to watch bird at a birdhouse going about their business. Flitting and fleeting, collecting and arranging, all done as a natural response to every living thing’s instinct for survival.
esh
We don’t have…oh, yes we do! Duh. Wow. We have at least three birdhouses here. The wrens love ’em. One year a wren and a bluebird fought over the best the house – the wren won because the bluebird was too big to get inside. Poor bluebird.
Karin
a safe sanctuary away from others…our bedroom..
Kathy Dempsey
the birdhouse sat high upon the tree, swinging in the breeze softly lulling it’s babies to sleep
Mary Lou Wynegar
Silvery wings – what’s this? I’ve never seen such a wonderful scene. They’re making love in the birdhouse, two tiny lovers with silky black hair and butterfly’s wings. Oh my god. Do you see them? I swear I’m not hallucinating. Holy Christ. What
lee nicky
I open the window. Sun blinds my eyes and birds chirp merrily, perched on the fresh oakwood table of the birdhouse. I sit legs crossed on my bed, thinking, thinking about life, love, him. How we met through a birdhouse. Memories start flooding my head and then I remember… We laughed and we laughed; we played and we played. And then it was all lost. He was lost. He IS lost. A fresh start perhaps?
Melissa W.B.
She was trapped
the silence consumed her notes
hey song muffled in darkness
lack of hydration caused
raspy pitches
increased her wishes
of freedom…
Just Jes
The birdhouse trembled in with the wind. Leaves were being tossed about and she closed her eyes to think ofdsfjkl;ads jfsdi;fjiew;o vkm;cllsv ewil stupid.
Anonymous
The birdhouse outside my math room looks like an angry face when you look out of the second floor window. The side that faces the school has two gaping, dark, circular holes, like eyes, and the trim is falling off, slanted in such a way that it looks like angry eyebrows.
<3
I never built a birdhouse, tough I often think about it. Seems like a generous thing to do. Specially since you can’t receive any thanks for it. Yes, birdhouses is we is at.
k
And then I saw it, the perfect little project to make with my little angel. I snatched it up and ran to the cash quickly. I hawled it off to the car and took it home. So excited. It was the first thing I carried into the house to show my son. “Look,” I said…
Kimberley
Next door have a birdhouse in their garden which can really only fit little birds in. However the big birds perch on the fence and spend ages working out how to fly down and squash themselves in. I am no twitcher but it keeps me amused watching them.
A Weir
beautiful with flapping truths entering in and out flying to an fro tweeting and chirping why is your beauty fleeting? maybe the fleeting quality is the beauty
Corey
I not actually your friend but I am… Lyrics from TMBG – “Birdhouse in your Soul”. Funny how songs and bands can warp your mind back to those times when that music pervaded your reality.
There was a birdhouse, then in fell down and became a mousehouse. Nay mind!
i rememeber building them with my grandfather, and afterwords we would go buy a big bag of birdfood. We would put them in all the trees on his 5 acre property and then count all the birds we saw coming and the different types we saw. We would keep track of them in a blue spiral notebook. Then i would run in and show my grandmother and she would always listen attentively and act surprised about the birds i saw.
There are lots of birdhouses outside my home. Birdfeeders too. While my dad was getting his phD, he put them up, so he could watch the birds. They’re beautiful. Finches, jays, woodpeckers. I can’t imagine our yard without them, now.
high,warm,safe,secure,happy,eggs
hot house, orchid thief, night-blooming, fragrant, toxic, shrill, exotic, wings, beaks, dinosaurs
i read a book about the making of birdhouses in fourth grade, our teacher mr fuller would let us stand on our desks to tell the class about our discoverys
i once built a birdhouse for the tree in my backyard. i made it out of birch wood and all the little birdies loved it. they would come and eat for hours and hours then burst because they ate so much.
Birdhouse. I’ve had one of those. But my cat used to sleep in it, so we never saw any birds. Rather unfortunate. The birdhouse soon rotted and fell apart, so the cat slept in a bush instead. My mother often complains that the cat ruins the flowers. :P
Pretty, and majestic. A nice place to live
I saw a bird in the birdhouse and it was eating seeds. It was giving food to it’s little babies that were staying warm in the house. It was so cold outside so the house was really nice and warm for them. And then Spongebob turned off the nature Chanel.
birds sing
they bathe in bathouses
of windows and little souls
their wings flutter like their
little souls
their voice echo in the birdhouse
because they sing
industrial nature. the birds would probably rather live in a real tree. nice thought for sure, but if i were a bird i think i’d rather live in a real tree. maybe that’s because i already live in a house now though.
“It’s stuck!! Oh no, it’s stuck!!”
“What’s stuck?”
“My hat!”
“… Where’s your hat stuck in?”
“The birdhouse! My hat got stuck in the birdhouse while I was trying to put my head in the whole.”
“… *insert heavy groan here*…”
The birdhouse was the only thing she could really see when she looked out the window. The trees, the flowers, the grass and the statues were the same, bigger, but the same. The birdhouse was the only addition. She knew the garden like the back of her hand.
I peeked inside the birdhouse hoping to discover a nest filled with cute baby birds; however all that stood inside that pink and blue house were scattered twigs and dog hair. I wonder where the birds went.
It’s soft little features allow it to fly out of it crumpling, burning down home. It’s yellow little place where this sweet little bird sleeps and stays warm. It’s only home it’s only house. It’s bird house.
What’s the point in birdhouses? There is none. I swear. Birds don’t need houses. They have trees. And branches. Is this not a humancentric approach being dictated to the natural world?
It was Thursday in the park and the bag was lumpy this time. He pulled out nails, wood from who-knows-where, and paint. We spread a checkered cloth on the ground and began to build. Two hours later, we painted the small house bright red and stuck it in a tree.
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New York!
birdhouses are one of the most spectacular structures in existence. they help us humans maintain friendly flying creatures as pets. they, therefore, increase our happiness and we should value them higher than the thickness of our wallets. from this day forth, let us never forget what birdhouses have given to society. let us think of what we can give back to them. perhaps a canary? or a parrot.
a birdhouse.
my mum got a birhouse for christmas.
i think i liked it even more than she did.
it was really cute.
a really fancy birdhouse in fact.
like as in,
if birds had mtv
and if birds could talk
it would definitely a crib to visit.
it had three stories- a three storie birdhouse
and i mean, you can’t really go inside a birdhouse or anything, even the birds, but still.
three stories.
it was really cool.
i liked it.
but i think that’s cause i like birds
cause they can fly
and they have feathers
and they don’t talk
so no matter how much they chirp and chirp and chirp and fly into your window, it’s still more beautiful than an annoying person chatting up your ear.
birds live in a birdhouse..they are pretty boring. i have nothing to say about them
birdhouse full of birds. what a collaboration of family. there musn’t be much space in those. I’m sure it would be nice to live in one but not so nice, simultaneously. the lack of privacy.
i never had a birdhouse never really wanted a birdhouse. i would love to have a birdbath but that will have to wait until i have my own house or move to a place that has pretty birds and not all these damn pigeon. Birdhouse i want a birdhouse or maybe i want to be a bird so i can just fly away
She got a birdhouse at the white elephant exchange. At first, I thought maybe she liked it, but as the hour passed, she grew more and more uncomfortable with it sitting on the table next to her. She joked that others could steal it but her eyes begged for it. I wondered why. Does she live in a condo with no place to put it? Does she hate birds? It seems her aversion to it was extreme, so I want to attribute it to some awful experience, when it might just be that she thinks birdhouses are stupid.
The birds flitted in and out of the trees around the birdhouse nervously. Watson suspected the laying to be taking place soon. He didn’t begrudge them their happiness on such a fine morning, but he did wish they would be a bit quieter.
its peaceful and mesmerizing to watch bird at a birdhouse going about their business. Flitting and fleeting, collecting and arranging, all done as a natural response to every living thing’s instinct for survival.
We don’t have…oh, yes we do! Duh. Wow. We have at least three birdhouses here. The wrens love ’em. One year a wren and a bluebird fought over the best the house – the wren won because the bluebird was too big to get inside. Poor bluebird.
a safe sanctuary away from others…our bedroom..
the birdhouse sat high upon the tree, swinging in the breeze softly lulling it’s babies to sleep
Silvery wings – what’s this? I’ve never seen such a wonderful scene. They’re making love in the birdhouse, two tiny lovers with silky black hair and butterfly’s wings. Oh my god. Do you see them? I swear I’m not hallucinating. Holy Christ. What
I open the window. Sun blinds my eyes and birds chirp merrily, perched on the fresh oakwood table of the birdhouse. I sit legs crossed on my bed, thinking, thinking about life, love, him. How we met through a birdhouse. Memories start flooding my head and then I remember… We laughed and we laughed; we played and we played. And then it was all lost. He was lost. He IS lost. A fresh start perhaps?
She was trapped
the silence consumed her notes
hey song muffled in darkness
lack of hydration caused
raspy pitches
increased her wishes
of freedom…
The birdhouse trembled in with the wind. Leaves were being tossed about and she closed her eyes to think ofdsfjkl;ads jfsdi;fjiew;o vkm;cllsv ewil stupid.
The birdhouse outside my math room looks like an angry face when you look out of the second floor window. The side that faces the school has two gaping, dark, circular holes, like eyes, and the trim is falling off, slanted in such a way that it looks like angry eyebrows.
I never built a birdhouse, tough I often think about it. Seems like a generous thing to do. Specially since you can’t receive any thanks for it. Yes, birdhouses is we is at.
And then I saw it, the perfect little project to make with my little angel. I snatched it up and ran to the cash quickly. I hawled it off to the car and took it home. So excited. It was the first thing I carried into the house to show my son. “Look,” I said…
Next door have a birdhouse in their garden which can really only fit little birds in. However the big birds perch on the fence and spend ages working out how to fly down and squash themselves in. I am no twitcher but it keeps me amused watching them.
beautiful with flapping truths entering in and out flying to an fro tweeting and chirping why is your beauty fleeting? maybe the fleeting quality is the beauty
I not actually your friend but I am… Lyrics from TMBG – “Birdhouse in your Soul”. Funny how songs and bands can warp your mind back to those times when that music pervaded your reality.