My pet bird lived in the most elaborate birdhouse. Each wall had an elegant floral wall paper that reminded the little cockatoo of home. It was a splendid place with the most comfortable perch out front.
Pat
birdhouse! lol now this is a good one! at first i thought of the tony hawk skateboard company but then i realized the house thing for birds! i tried to make one of those! i made and painted it but forgot it while it was drying so i never put it out! for shame
Brandyn
i built a birdhouse when i was little, old men helped me. it was neat. i miss kindergarden. i miss being little actually. i think the old men were in the kiwanas. i found a flying squirrel in a birdhouse when i was on a golf course. I used to love to golf, I should start golfing again. too cold in Chicago though, kind of sucks
Whitney
usually something one build, possibly something that one would buy. A father- cub scout sort of activity. why do birds need houses anyway? they build their own, i suppose a optional house for when they need to entice their yard over the neighbors in the best yard competition.
nate
When blue was my favorite color, I knew it was because of the bluebirds that crowded around my grandfather’s birdhouse. The tall figure almost seemed to stand over my garden, a warning to beasts of the ground. Birds of all kind flocked there, and my grandfather would spend days arranging nuts for them to eat. A buffet for birds is what he created, and they all seemed to thank him. The day he left, a bird of each color, every size, every shape, was arranged on his windowsill. Craving a variety only he could produce, I’ve got big shoes to fill.
Zuzia
i made one when i was a kid … or at least something like it … and actually it wasn;t even me who made it. but i was a part of it..and its nice to revisit that memory.
Anonymous
the birdhouse holds our memories
the sweet memories of childhood
i wonder if our dreams from then will die
as our birdhouse rots away
lets make sure it never leaves
lets protect our childlhood form theives
Mae
A brilliant yellow canary tweeted in the birdhouse I had built in my backyard. Indeed, this was the reason I had spent hours lovingly carving the wood so it would appeal to mankind’s feathered friends — now, I could lay back, relax, and enjoy the canary’s beautiful singing. Then the ravens came.
vish
Birdhouse: Code name for the old abandoned barn down the interstate, two miles past the Millers’ house–the tall one, with the red peeling paint and the collapsing shed beside it. Named so for the flocks of lusty, flighty young women that flit in for the keggers. Take heed, young man; they’ll entrance you too, with feathers (thin papery dresses, obscenely cut, and strawberry locks) and song (hip-hop blasting from iPod speakers), and it’s all to easy to be swept off your feet in the flighty female flock.
Charlotte Ravenswood
Go on.
Say it.
Say I’m a bird…..
If you’re a bird I’m a bird.
Jessica
Go on..say it..say I’m a bird….
If you’re a bird, I’m a bird.
True Love at its finest.
JJ
do you know what a birdhouse is well it is a house where a bird lives in and i love to make one with my family and panit it different colors i love to do it so much you will
Anonymous
we used to have a bird house at our old place in santa barbara, but we kept forgetting to put bird feed in it or something. i don’t exactly remember why we stopped. anyway, we don’t have one here at our house in grover because there is nowhere to put it without the cats getting it. i think. i don’t really know about that either. anyway, birdhouses ddefinitely remind me of SB.
Ravyn
The bird sat in a tree waiting for her love to come home. She was sad, for he had been gone for some time, and the nest was lonely. After hours, she went out looking for him and found him, sitting in the road. She flew down quickly, rushing to meet him and realized he was injured.
Meghan
we have one in front of our house. my mom likes them cuz she likes birds. i think. i guess they are nice
mike
what the fuck. i dont want to write about birdhouses again
poop
um……i wish i could live in a birdhouse. i think that would be awesome. then people couldnt bother me in there….they would have to climb a pole….or…….fly.
Casey
when i see birdhouse i think of the home depot little kid thing that you go to to build shit. we build birdhouses and all types of “ill” shit. It was hella fun, but I can’t do it anymore because I’m 20.
Gregory
My grandma had a birdhouse. That was when she lived in the upstairs apartment, but she had to move downstairs as she got older. Actually, she had the birdhouse at both apartments, but I remember when she had it upstairs more vividly because I was a kid then and I noticed more shit like that. The seeds looked interesting.
Jasmine
Laying on the ground, looking up, all I could think was that the birdhouse needed paint. I was dying. My blood was spilling out, soaking into the ground, and all I could think about was this dang birdhouse.
Doug McIntire
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Anonymous
i like birdhouses. i made one once. actually, i think i made a bunch. some for real birds. one ended up fille dwith bees. one i painted blue and glues buttons on. i think spiders lived in that. birdhouse would be a good band name. or a song.
kelly
in the birdhouse i lay, instead of enjoying the sun i stay inside to soak up some culture through the eyes of someone else
alfonso h
We walked across the field and we came upon a birdhouse. Inside this birdhouse, were little figures that looked just like us. Love.
fchgdxf
A house that birds live in. Can be indoor or outdoor. Though traditionally outdoor considered, should be changed. Indoor birds should live in houses, not cages. The term cage had negative implications.
Anonymous
“The birdhouse at the edge of the riverbank, near the abbey. Look at it, Sam. Just look at it. There’s no food inside. No millet seed. Jesus Christ. Yeah. Some monk nailed a plastic Jesus figurine to the wood, and pointed a tiny spotlight at the twelve inch figure.”
“God, I hate coming back home.”
Andrea
i saw a birdhouse once. the baby birds were waiting for mama bird to bring them supper.
kiki
on top of a treehouse, sits a birdhouse and in it nests a mother. wings embraced around her featherless offspring, she is reborn again as a giver of new life.
m
Jail being a “birdhouse”
Does that mean that prisoners can fly?
Does that mean that they can sing?
(Though I have no idea why.)
WB
i find it ironic that people bother to buy birdhouses. somewhere, there’s a factory that builds them. somewhere, there’s a chainsaw being used to cut down the tree to make the birdhouse.
why the hell don’t we just leave the tree where it is? the birdhouses we make are shitty anyway.
millikin
Bad word followed by another and yet an other. What complete nonsense.
TiganMurdar
Birdhouses are an easy way to interact with nature. All one has to do is build a small house out of wood, and hope birds decide to live there. Throughout the spring, birds may decide to build a nest in the birdhouse, which grants them safety and comfort from the elements. For the humans, it’s an easy way to observe nature and enjoy life’s wonders.
hello
an artificially built nest for birds to hatch eggs in and nurture nestlings.
pavalamani pragasam
yellow. i always wanted a yellow birdhouse with a red roof. like minihouses that you arent allowed to go into…
katie
nasty, dark little hole
in the side of the tree
leading into the depths of
hell itself.
did you know that’s where
you were headed
when you stuck your stupid
curiousity in?
you’re going to
hell.
you’re going to fucking
HELL.
.mate.feed.kill.repeat.
The birdhouse held no birds, only captured flight.
c sizzle
There was a birdhouse in the pecan tree in the yard. Always. Never birds, just a house whose paint was chipping and curled up like the legs of a dead spider. Maybe it was in a bad place, maybe the cats scared off the potential inhabitants, but it swung lazily back and forth from the broken branch, waiting for friends that would never come.
Leah Keith
small big caged wooden with a roof with a peg with a little door for nutters outside in a tree as a decoration a tacky decoration a collectable worth a lot on antiques roadshow
jennifer
Birdhouses are not exactly common around where I live. In fact, I don’t think I’ve seen one at all around my neighborhood in recent years.
Im a Horribly Slow Writer
a house for birds
the place where birds live
tony hawks skate boards
a place where birds could hang out
a shelter for the birds
My pet bird lived in the most elaborate birdhouse. Each wall had an elegant floral wall paper that reminded the little cockatoo of home. It was a splendid place with the most comfortable perch out front.
birdhouse! lol now this is a good one! at first i thought of the tony hawk skateboard company but then i realized the house thing for birds! i tried to make one of those! i made and painted it but forgot it while it was drying so i never put it out! for shame
i built a birdhouse when i was little, old men helped me. it was neat. i miss kindergarden. i miss being little actually. i think the old men were in the kiwanas. i found a flying squirrel in a birdhouse when i was on a golf course. I used to love to golf, I should start golfing again. too cold in Chicago though, kind of sucks
usually something one build, possibly something that one would buy. A father- cub scout sort of activity. why do birds need houses anyway? they build their own, i suppose a optional house for when they need to entice their yard over the neighbors in the best yard competition.
When blue was my favorite color, I knew it was because of the bluebirds that crowded around my grandfather’s birdhouse. The tall figure almost seemed to stand over my garden, a warning to beasts of the ground. Birds of all kind flocked there, and my grandfather would spend days arranging nuts for them to eat. A buffet for birds is what he created, and they all seemed to thank him. The day he left, a bird of each color, every size, every shape, was arranged on his windowsill. Craving a variety only he could produce, I’ve got big shoes to fill.
i made one when i was a kid … or at least something like it … and actually it wasn;t even me who made it. but i was a part of it..and its nice to revisit that memory.
the birdhouse holds our memories
the sweet memories of childhood
i wonder if our dreams from then will die
as our birdhouse rots away
lets make sure it never leaves
lets protect our childlhood form theives
A brilliant yellow canary tweeted in the birdhouse I had built in my backyard. Indeed, this was the reason I had spent hours lovingly carving the wood so it would appeal to mankind’s feathered friends — now, I could lay back, relax, and enjoy the canary’s beautiful singing. Then the ravens came.
Birdhouse: Code name for the old abandoned barn down the interstate, two miles past the Millers’ house–the tall one, with the red peeling paint and the collapsing shed beside it. Named so for the flocks of lusty, flighty young women that flit in for the keggers. Take heed, young man; they’ll entrance you too, with feathers (thin papery dresses, obscenely cut, and strawberry locks) and song (hip-hop blasting from iPod speakers), and it’s all to easy to be swept off your feet in the flighty female flock.
Go on.
Say it.
Say I’m a bird…..
If you’re a bird I’m a bird.
Go on..say it..say I’m a bird….
If you’re a bird, I’m a bird.
True Love at its finest.
do you know what a birdhouse is well it is a house where a bird lives in and i love to make one with my family and panit it different colors i love to do it so much you will
we used to have a bird house at our old place in santa barbara, but we kept forgetting to put bird feed in it or something. i don’t exactly remember why we stopped. anyway, we don’t have one here at our house in grover because there is nowhere to put it without the cats getting it. i think. i don’t really know about that either. anyway, birdhouses ddefinitely remind me of SB.
The bird sat in a tree waiting for her love to come home. She was sad, for he had been gone for some time, and the nest was lonely. After hours, she went out looking for him and found him, sitting in the road. She flew down quickly, rushing to meet him and realized he was injured.
we have one in front of our house. my mom likes them cuz she likes birds. i think. i guess they are nice
what the fuck. i dont want to write about birdhouses again
um……i wish i could live in a birdhouse. i think that would be awesome. then people couldnt bother me in there….they would have to climb a pole….or…….fly.
when i see birdhouse i think of the home depot little kid thing that you go to to build shit. we build birdhouses and all types of “ill” shit. It was hella fun, but I can’t do it anymore because I’m 20.
My grandma had a birdhouse. That was when she lived in the upstairs apartment, but she had to move downstairs as she got older. Actually, she had the birdhouse at both apartments, but I remember when she had it upstairs more vividly because I was a kid then and I noticed more shit like that. The seeds looked interesting.
Laying on the ground, looking up, all I could think was that the birdhouse needed paint. I was dying. My blood was spilling out, soaking into the ground, and all I could think about was this dang birdhouse.
h
i like birdhouses. i made one once. actually, i think i made a bunch. some for real birds. one ended up fille dwith bees. one i painted blue and glues buttons on. i think spiders lived in that. birdhouse would be a good band name. or a song.
in the birdhouse i lay, instead of enjoying the sun i stay inside to soak up some culture through the eyes of someone else
We walked across the field and we came upon a birdhouse. Inside this birdhouse, were little figures that looked just like us. Love.
A house that birds live in. Can be indoor or outdoor. Though traditionally outdoor considered, should be changed. Indoor birds should live in houses, not cages. The term cage had negative implications.
“The birdhouse at the edge of the riverbank, near the abbey. Look at it, Sam. Just look at it. There’s no food inside. No millet seed. Jesus Christ. Yeah. Some monk nailed a plastic Jesus figurine to the wood, and pointed a tiny spotlight at the twelve inch figure.”
“God, I hate coming back home.”
i saw a birdhouse once. the baby birds were waiting for mama bird to bring them supper.
on top of a treehouse, sits a birdhouse and in it nests a mother. wings embraced around her featherless offspring, she is reborn again as a giver of new life.
Jail being a “birdhouse”
Does that mean that prisoners can fly?
Does that mean that they can sing?
(Though I have no idea why.)
i find it ironic that people bother to buy birdhouses. somewhere, there’s a factory that builds them. somewhere, there’s a chainsaw being used to cut down the tree to make the birdhouse.
why the hell don’t we just leave the tree where it is? the birdhouses we make are shitty anyway.
Bad word followed by another and yet an other. What complete nonsense.
Birdhouses are an easy way to interact with nature. All one has to do is build a small house out of wood, and hope birds decide to live there. Throughout the spring, birds may decide to build a nest in the birdhouse, which grants them safety and comfort from the elements. For the humans, it’s an easy way to observe nature and enjoy life’s wonders.
an artificially built nest for birds to hatch eggs in and nurture nestlings.
yellow. i always wanted a yellow birdhouse with a red roof. like minihouses that you arent allowed to go into…
nasty, dark little hole
in the side of the tree
leading into the depths of
hell itself.
did you know that’s where
you were headed
when you stuck your stupid
curiousity in?
you’re going to
hell.
you’re going to fucking
HELL.
The birdhouse held no birds, only captured flight.
There was a birdhouse in the pecan tree in the yard. Always. Never birds, just a house whose paint was chipping and curled up like the legs of a dead spider. Maybe it was in a bad place, maybe the cats scared off the potential inhabitants, but it swung lazily back and forth from the broken branch, waiting for friends that would never come.
small big caged wooden with a roof with a peg with a little door for nutters outside in a tree as a decoration a tacky decoration a collectable worth a lot on antiques roadshow
Birdhouses are not exactly common around where I live. In fact, I don’t think I’ve seen one at all around my neighborhood in recent years.
a house for birds
the place where birds live
tony hawks skate boards
a place where birds could hang out
a shelter for the birds