I once tried to make a birdhouse out of birdseed and bread. It was more of a bridfeeder by the end of it, but still one of my fondest memories of home schooling.
Lizzy
my life is on a pole wathing the world go by
Mark
blue bird that is cute. peanut butter sunny.outside clear sky. warmth. happiness. children. chirping. satisfaction.
autumn shanee
The bluebird hangs off the shaking limb of the tree, a dark shadow pressed to the blue, blue sky, like a balloon floating farther and farther away. She sings her sweet song, bitter and cold yet resonating, and takes off with a cottony feel to it into the rest of the world.
stella notte
Fuck a birdhouse. How about a fucking human house? In fact… who cares about housing birds? They have homes! Maybe we wouldn’t have to build fucking birdhouses if we would stop destroying their habitat. God damnit, is there not enough homeless minors? Don’t we have more important things to worry about that our avian fellows who already had it made before we made it for them.
Dustin
she took the squirrel
into her birdhouse and said
you’ll do
you’ll do
because you have to
megan
birdhouses are what birds live in. there outside. birds usually lay eggs in birdhouses. birds use bird houses to stay warm.
ballz
this reminds me of my little cousin. before she left to move to florida, she built a bird house. everytime we felt sad or missed her terribly we would write a note and put it in the bird house. when she came back to visit in the summer she would have a lot of love notes from us (:
nichole
yellow droplets of rain, not yellow red red red red red red ered r ef jfghkjfsdfdjg
samantha
once upon a time i made a birdhouse and bird lived in it and the bird hated me but i tried to be nice to him and he eventually warmed up to me we baceame friends and we played games in his birdhouse.
christiana
i’m terrified of birds. i think it’s because they’re so free. they can choose their own birdhouses from the get-go and leave whenever they feel like it…i feel so caged and afraid compared to them.
Pamela Ginsberg
Birdhouse. The skateboarding company.
Birdhouse. The house for birds – usually found in front yards or backyards or parks.
blahblahblah
small yellow daffodils bending under the weight of water drops dripped off the side of the empty birdhouse. rusty conglomerations of water trickle down into the yellow trumpet.
zoey b
a house of birds
like a house of homes
a home for birds in their home on earth
the earth is changes into something that is not the earth
but a product of itself
like the hand of an arm
or a ribosome in a cell
no not like that
i cant seem to get any thoughts complete.
i wishe i was sharper s o i could cut through this jelly.
georgey
this is a wooden house that cages a bird and keeps it safe from cold and heat
Anonymous
I would fly all over the world to find you the best nest, only to end up back at our own birdhouse. I loved that book when I was little. I was such a romantic at such a young age.
Oh Cute!
there was my blue bird, singing to herself under the sunlight. the tree leaves like a green halo around her. no wind that day. just sunlight and smiles. she sang loud enough that someone
andrew v.
I’m trapped in a cage. A beautiful little bird house with no lock, simply an open door and a drop to the ground. My wings are out of practice, caked in honey and dust. I’m afraid to leave. I fear I won’t survive the fall.
Brujeii
The best place to see pretty little birds just dancing around in the tree. Maybe a kitty will sneak up on it, just sneak up and try to catch the bird, but it won’t work. Birds have been dodging kitties for years, and this kitty is much to tame to be a threat to the birdies. She’s never had to hunt for her meal, and it shows when the bird flies away without effort.
lilly
That birdhouse is huge. Lie. There isn’t actually a birdhouse anywhere. And… I’ve decided to move out of this apartment that is the size of a birdhouse. So that’s something… I will probably move into an even smaller apartment, which will be the size of a bird feeder. That’s not clever.
Erin
really not sure if i like they might be giants or not. downloaded some stuff a while ago but didn’t get into it like i remembered or thought i would. i’m also not a big fan of goldie hawn (but that was bird on a wire) and therefore not really relevant.
i do like some things
this is a wooden structure built to house and feed birds they are mainly found in gardens and parks and private gardens. they are very pretty.
helen
There had never been an Eastern Goldfinch in our backyard before, so when one appeared this afternoon it seemed almost like a miracle. It landed lightly on the perch of the birdhouse and cocked its head to the left as a few flakes of snow drifted from the house’s roof to the whitewashed ground…
maggie
my nan had a bird house, or maybe it was a bird bath, yeah thats it cos we’d call her nanny birdbath. nan was amazing, she had one lung and no breasts by the time she died and still smoked 20 Berkley a day. hilarious. she didnt sleep with grandad anymore
Miss P
The birdhouse was painted blue, and she put it in the backyard. The squirrels ate out of it instead of the robins and the cardinals. I didn’t really want to watch fluffy rodents eat those seeds… they aren’t as delicate as birds. She wouldn’t let me take it down, or put wire around it.
lembasbread@gmail.com
The birdhouse was hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that the bird family soon would be there
With a papa bird so lively and quick
We knew in a moment it must be a Flick
Flickerbird that is, of feather grey and white
I never will forget that white Christmas night.
ozziepuppy
A skylark looks towards the setting sun, watching it sink slowly into the horizon. Blood red fingers claw their way down the darkening sky, leaving crimson streaks in their wake. The skylark chirps once and turns around.
(it’s back to the birdhouse for you, my sweet.)
Mary Kuro
I was wandering through the yard and the sun was shining as the birds gently perched atop the birdhouse, delicately pecking on the mixture of seeds Christina had placed there.
Rachel
birds
living life. birds home is a birdhouse. house home of everyone. birdhouses may not even be a home of a bird. could be a decoration and even birds are like people and home always isnt your true home at home. they can find another place that makes them feel home and at peace. that they love more.
lilly
birds houses that they happen to live in. sometimes they poop out of their houses but that’s okay everyone poops. I really hope they stay warm inside their houses. they’re birds they can do it.
katharine
His gaze staggered around the yard searching for something-anything-that he could use as a weapon. He passed over the birdhouse, over the roses and lilies before he saw a spade. It was his best hope.
Joshua David
Needs to be more positive. Change can’t happen fast enough.
J
the bluejays used to perch up on the tree beside the birdhouse my father built here when i was a child. the tree is now rotting and the birdhouse motheaten. i continue on because there is still a ways before i reach my old house. doubtless there isn’t anyone living there anymore, or has lived there for years
kuri
The birdhouse was small. It was small, but very well built. The birds who frequented the feeder which rested silently inside didn’t mind the cramped space as the food they fed upon was of the highest quality. The were happy.
Zack Flanagan
the bird house hung from th tree, swaying in the gentle breeze. it went first to the right, then the left. a squirrel was on its roof, trying to get to the feeder and the delicious seeds inside.
mikeyla
my soul is broken. something in me has died. there will be a period of mourning, then as the pheonix rises from the ashes, so will the lesson i have learned from these experiences. but for now i am broken.
angelina
in your soul? I’m not too sure really. I wish I had a garden so I could have one, to watch the birds fly in and out, and to see the chicks fledge. So perhaps I do have a birdhouse in my soul.
mightyg
In a birdhouse everything is smaller. There are no amenities in need of repair, just a roof over your head to keep out cold air. Some birdhouses are large and others are small…but all birdhouses are meant for one thing, birds.
Erika
A birdhouse sits on my chest.
As I heave, it pulsates up and down up and down.
Nothing chirps.
Birds do not occupy this space, they’re only in my head.
camila8rose@yahoo.com
a birdhouse is a home for birds. birds never get the luxury of a home. they live in branches, in the cold, in the heat. no shade and no shelter. a birdhouse provides that shelter.
I once tried to make a birdhouse out of birdseed and bread. It was more of a bridfeeder by the end of it, but still one of my fondest memories of home schooling.
my life is on a pole wathing the world go by
blue bird that is cute. peanut butter sunny.outside clear sky. warmth. happiness. children. chirping. satisfaction.
The bluebird hangs off the shaking limb of the tree, a dark shadow pressed to the blue, blue sky, like a balloon floating farther and farther away. She sings her sweet song, bitter and cold yet resonating, and takes off with a cottony feel to it into the rest of the world.
Fuck a birdhouse. How about a fucking human house? In fact… who cares about housing birds? They have homes! Maybe we wouldn’t have to build fucking birdhouses if we would stop destroying their habitat. God damnit, is there not enough homeless minors? Don’t we have more important things to worry about that our avian fellows who already had it made before we made it for them.
she took the squirrel
into her birdhouse and said
you’ll do
you’ll do
because you have to
birdhouses are what birds live in. there outside. birds usually lay eggs in birdhouses. birds use bird houses to stay warm.
this reminds me of my little cousin. before she left to move to florida, she built a bird house. everytime we felt sad or missed her terribly we would write a note and put it in the bird house. when she came back to visit in the summer she would have a lot of love notes from us (:
yellow droplets of rain, not yellow red red red red red red ered r ef jfghkjfsdfdjg
once upon a time i made a birdhouse and bird lived in it and the bird hated me but i tried to be nice to him and he eventually warmed up to me we baceame friends and we played games in his birdhouse.
i’m terrified of birds. i think it’s because they’re so free. they can choose their own birdhouses from the get-go and leave whenever they feel like it…i feel so caged and afraid compared to them.
Birdhouse. The skateboarding company.
Birdhouse. The house for birds – usually found in front yards or backyards or parks.
small yellow daffodils bending under the weight of water drops dripped off the side of the empty birdhouse. rusty conglomerations of water trickle down into the yellow trumpet.
a house of birds
like a house of homes
a home for birds in their home on earth
the earth is changes into something that is not the earth
but a product of itself
like the hand of an arm
or a ribosome in a cell
no not like that
i cant seem to get any thoughts complete.
i wishe i was sharper s o i could cut through this jelly.
this is a wooden house that cages a bird and keeps it safe from cold and heat
I would fly all over the world to find you the best nest, only to end up back at our own birdhouse. I loved that book when I was little. I was such a romantic at such a young age.
there was my blue bird, singing to herself under the sunlight. the tree leaves like a green halo around her. no wind that day. just sunlight and smiles. she sang loud enough that someone
I’m trapped in a cage. A beautiful little bird house with no lock, simply an open door and a drop to the ground. My wings are out of practice, caked in honey and dust. I’m afraid to leave. I fear I won’t survive the fall.
The best place to see pretty little birds just dancing around in the tree. Maybe a kitty will sneak up on it, just sneak up and try to catch the bird, but it won’t work. Birds have been dodging kitties for years, and this kitty is much to tame to be a threat to the birdies. She’s never had to hunt for her meal, and it shows when the bird flies away without effort.
That birdhouse is huge. Lie. There isn’t actually a birdhouse anywhere. And… I’ve decided to move out of this apartment that is the size of a birdhouse. So that’s something… I will probably move into an even smaller apartment, which will be the size of a bird feeder. That’s not clever.
really not sure if i like they might be giants or not. downloaded some stuff a while ago but didn’t get into it like i remembered or thought i would. i’m also not a big fan of goldie hawn (but that was bird on a wire) and therefore not really relevant.
this is a wooden structure built to house and feed birds they are mainly found in gardens and parks and private gardens. they are very pretty.
There had never been an Eastern Goldfinch in our backyard before, so when one appeared this afternoon it seemed almost like a miracle. It landed lightly on the perch of the birdhouse and cocked its head to the left as a few flakes of snow drifted from the house’s roof to the whitewashed ground…
my nan had a bird house, or maybe it was a bird bath, yeah thats it cos we’d call her nanny birdbath. nan was amazing, she had one lung and no breasts by the time she died and still smoked 20 Berkley a day. hilarious. she didnt sleep with grandad anymore
The birdhouse was painted blue, and she put it in the backyard. The squirrels ate out of it instead of the robins and the cardinals. I didn’t really want to watch fluffy rodents eat those seeds… they aren’t as delicate as birds. She wouldn’t let me take it down, or put wire around it.
The birdhouse was hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that the bird family soon would be there
With a papa bird so lively and quick
We knew in a moment it must be a Flick
Flickerbird that is, of feather grey and white
I never will forget that white Christmas night.
A skylark looks towards the setting sun, watching it sink slowly into the horizon. Blood red fingers claw their way down the darkening sky, leaving crimson streaks in their wake. The skylark chirps once and turns around.
(it’s back to the birdhouse for you, my sweet.)
I was wandering through the yard and the sun was shining as the birds gently perched atop the birdhouse, delicately pecking on the mixture of seeds Christina had placed there.
birds
living life. birds home is a birdhouse. house home of everyone. birdhouses may not even be a home of a bird. could be a decoration and even birds are like people and home always isnt your true home at home. they can find another place that makes them feel home and at peace. that they love more.
birds houses that they happen to live in. sometimes they poop out of their houses but that’s okay everyone poops. I really hope they stay warm inside their houses. they’re birds they can do it.
His gaze staggered around the yard searching for something-anything-that he could use as a weapon. He passed over the birdhouse, over the roses and lilies before he saw a spade. It was his best hope.
Needs to be more positive. Change can’t happen fast enough.
the bluejays used to perch up on the tree beside the birdhouse my father built here when i was a child. the tree is now rotting and the birdhouse motheaten. i continue on because there is still a ways before i reach my old house. doubtless there isn’t anyone living there anymore, or has lived there for years
The birdhouse was small. It was small, but very well built. The birds who frequented the feeder which rested silently inside didn’t mind the cramped space as the food they fed upon was of the highest quality. The were happy.
the bird house hung from th tree, swaying in the gentle breeze. it went first to the right, then the left. a squirrel was on its roof, trying to get to the feeder and the delicious seeds inside.
my soul is broken. something in me has died. there will be a period of mourning, then as the pheonix rises from the ashes, so will the lesson i have learned from these experiences. but for now i am broken.
in your soul? I’m not too sure really. I wish I had a garden so I could have one, to watch the birds fly in and out, and to see the chicks fledge. So perhaps I do have a birdhouse in my soul.
In a birdhouse everything is smaller. There are no amenities in need of repair, just a roof over your head to keep out cold air. Some birdhouses are large and others are small…but all birdhouses are meant for one thing, birds.
A birdhouse sits on my chest.
As I heave, it pulsates up and down up and down.
Nothing chirps.
Birds do not occupy this space, they’re only in my head.
a birdhouse is a home for birds. birds never get the luxury of a home. they live in branches, in the cold, in the heat. no shade and no shelter. a birdhouse provides that shelter.