Once upon a time, a little bird lived in a bird house with it’s little bird buddies. The other birds were like regular birds but our little bird friend was different. He liked to do things that birds did not normally do. He liked to eat people food. He tried to be friends with cats.
Leighla W.
in a tree a little bluebird flies in and out of it tend to it’s nest and getting ready to rear it’s young then the eggs are laid the young are raised and it is time to leave the nest hallow and empty.
Magda
bird
Anonymous
birdhouse
Anonymous
big old birds blue white brown pink sky many legion dead new young start in out away here now not ever can inside
Steve
Birdhouses…I do love them.. My mom likes them. She’s pretty cool except she yells at me sometimes. I wish I could shove my sister in a birdhouse. Then she would leave me alone and I could live my life in peace. She’s actually pretty frightening.
Em. D.
i have a birdhouse in my backyard. we had sparrows in it once. they had a family. it was soo cute watching the chicks grow up.
Anonymous
houses for birds. bird nest baby birds. there are eggs. full of straw. hang on trees. pretty. made of wood. cool places. hang in windows and on trees have lots of colors
kfe
I was 5 or 6 and stole some birdseed from a neighbor’s bird feeder. I felt so bad I went in the house later that day crying to my mom that I had done something bad.
ron
My grandma. I painted one once. It’s in my backyard. It’s hideous. Why would anyone want an ugly little birdhouse that a seven year old made? It’s obnoxious looking and weird. Ooh! My grandma likes them. We give her one EVERY year for christmas, her birthday, easter. A bit tiresome, no?
Rebekah Rae
and lit on top were the words “in greenhouse we lie”,
so they went, before, inside, and found
inside, that they were, before, as they went
so before, inside, were the words, “lit on top”,
as we lie.
casey
I saw the golden finch peek his tiny head out of the birdhouse. It was such a cute little scene; postcard in nature. It helped to remind me of the beauty I had found around me once again. Yes – I was really going to like my new home.
The Butterfly
I don’t like birdhouses. They remind me of small town usa and the old supposed patriotic men that build them. Then again that nice old man down the street built them in sarasota. He showed me how to change a tire. Anyways i guess its a pretty neutral word
Ohnoes
asd
Anonymous
OOooo lala. Its a birdhouse. I live in a birdhouse. My name is George. I have a wife that sings my naem every morning. Its amazingly wooding. Well, you see. She is a wood pecker. She loves me dearly but sometimes I think she loves our house more than she loves me. I made the house you see. Its beautiful. I defs have some talent.
Anonymous
A birdhouse. Mmmmm. I have never made one before. I actually love the idea of birdhouses, they seem so peaceful. I think I saw a birdhouse onece that was made of all these different coloured material and it was eco friendly. Amazinf right. I would love to make a birdhouse one day.
Anonymous
“a birdhouse!” she cried as Timothy handed her her birthday present. “why would you make me a birdhouse?”
“I thought you would like to sit at your window and watch the birds feed.” he responded with a shrug.
and he was right she would, the only problem was her window faced a cement wall.
Lindsay
birdhouses with birds in em doin things and eating seeds that u put in the birdhouse. sustainable eco system made possible by us the human race and our uncanny ability to build stuff that help us and other ppl and other animals remember we too are anmmals….
slaaaaamdunk
The birdhouse in the yard didn’t house birds. A small winged creature fluttered out every night, but it was not one the inhabitants of the human house would be familiar with. The sprite was very careful to not be seen.
Carolyn
birdhouses are hard to build when your five years old and your daddy promised to help you but decided to get in a fight with mommy instead so you have to figure the confusing instructions on your own. its hard man. i think thats why i hate bird houses..
sadperson
It sits on the tree branch
Above a red prairie house
Eggs in the rain forward the
sun. Isn’t it wonderful to
ease what one would say to
Lovely happiness in the end,
“Wasn’t it beautiful dear friend?”
Patrick
wooden tall pretty classy safe hole small nice home food animal place backyard stick
frank
Little bird in your cage. beat beat beat. beat beat beat. One fall and your cage will crack or break. you’re a bird that wants to be free, but not in the way most people think. you’re my little bird,
Anonymous
colors go wild in the breeze of the day. with out thought the birds fly in and fly the never ending cycle of life as it goes on and on through the rest of time. It will never end.
Criz
ugh i just came back to this page hoping the word had changed…no dice
no dice
she took off.
.
Well, obviously this makes me think of the They Might Be Giants song “Birdhouse in Your Soul.” My name is Blue Canary one note spelled “L-I-T-E.”
Matthew
there was one in my grandparent’s yard. my grandfather made it. We used to make them in school with tissue tubes, peanut butter and bird seed. Wait. that’s a bird feeder. not a bird house. I’ve been writing about the wrong word. How sad. Bird houses, I always imagined them huge and beautiful on the inside, with rooms and furniture for the birds.
Brittany Dittmer
birdhouse jailhouse rock birdhouse not really inspired by this one bird bath that birds splash in stealing water from my puppy’s water bowl bathing boy loves the water also steals the water every time I am not home and he is in the care of daddy how bizarre i am a mum and he is a dad!
Ann
I watched as the birdhouse swang in the the breeze. the robin hopped in and snuggled down, probably with her new hatchlings. The house was a pale brown, like that old pick-up truck we drove around in the night he first told me he loved me…
Linnessa
When I was younger i used to biuld birdhouses with my father. not just my father, but my brother as well. we had actually made one that was pretty big, pretty luxorious compared to a normal wooden birdhouse. to this day, it’s still in my grandmas old, old house. and theres been generations of birds in it.
steph
wood sticks brown birds blue grass sky fly clouds grandpa mr. zachary people kindergarten sticks saw dust
feathers
Kelsey Keough
The birdhouse was all that remained of their time together. A little wooden structure, glazed over with memories, both good and bad. Sometimes, if she listened closely, she could hear these memories whispering quietly. But, as soon as she noticed, the sound would vanish into nothingness.
Emma
lixo total
feeds
i love birdhouses. birdhouses are fun. you can stick a dick in a birdhouse. birdhouses are blue green yellow orange rainbow orange did i mention yellow? they come in all sorts of shapes and sizes and sometimes you will build them on your own but sometimes cows eat mailboxes. squirrels get into that shit too.
squirrel power
homemade, birdwatching. Orioles and Cardinals bickering in fromnt of the windaw. Kitchy birdhouses sold on roadsides.
aimee
there is a bird outside my window that needs a home, because apparently he likes to stand homeless and squeek in my ear louder and louder every morning until I ask my wife to get up and go kill that bird because he is really annoying. I hope he dies someday in a home far far away from here. That is one bad bird that needs a birdhouse.
Louis
poop
Di
I want to make a really nice birdhouse and paint the door on.
Bird hater
The birdhouse sat atop a tall tree. There were birds that circled around it, almost as if the birdhouse was some holy shrine. The young boy, ignorant of this spiritual specter through rocks at the house. Who could blame him?
Once upon a time, a little bird lived in a bird house with it’s little bird buddies. The other birds were like regular birds but our little bird friend was different. He liked to do things that birds did not normally do. He liked to eat people food. He tried to be friends with cats.
in a tree a little bluebird flies in and out of it tend to it’s nest and getting ready to rear it’s young then the eggs are laid the young are raised and it is time to leave the nest hallow and empty.
bird
birdhouse
big old birds blue white brown pink sky many legion dead new young start in out away here now not ever can inside
Birdhouses…I do love them.. My mom likes them. She’s pretty cool except she yells at me sometimes. I wish I could shove my sister in a birdhouse. Then she would leave me alone and I could live my life in peace. She’s actually pretty frightening.
i have a birdhouse in my backyard. we had sparrows in it once. they had a family. it was soo cute watching the chicks grow up.
houses for birds. bird nest baby birds. there are eggs. full of straw. hang on trees. pretty. made of wood. cool places. hang in windows and on trees have lots of colors
I was 5 or 6 and stole some birdseed from a neighbor’s bird feeder. I felt so bad I went in the house later that day crying to my mom that I had done something bad.
My grandma. I painted one once. It’s in my backyard. It’s hideous. Why would anyone want an ugly little birdhouse that a seven year old made? It’s obnoxious looking and weird. Ooh! My grandma likes them. We give her one EVERY year for christmas, her birthday, easter. A bit tiresome, no?
and lit on top were the words “in greenhouse we lie”,
so they went, before, inside, and found
inside, that they were, before, as they went
so before, inside, were the words, “lit on top”,
as we lie.
I saw the golden finch peek his tiny head out of the birdhouse. It was such a cute little scene; postcard in nature. It helped to remind me of the beauty I had found around me once again. Yes – I was really going to like my new home.
I don’t like birdhouses. They remind me of small town usa and the old supposed patriotic men that build them. Then again that nice old man down the street built them in sarasota. He showed me how to change a tire. Anyways i guess its a pretty neutral word
asd
OOooo lala. Its a birdhouse. I live in a birdhouse. My name is George. I have a wife that sings my naem every morning. Its amazingly wooding. Well, you see. She is a wood pecker. She loves me dearly but sometimes I think she loves our house more than she loves me. I made the house you see. Its beautiful. I defs have some talent.
A birdhouse. Mmmmm. I have never made one before. I actually love the idea of birdhouses, they seem so peaceful. I think I saw a birdhouse onece that was made of all these different coloured material and it was eco friendly. Amazinf right. I would love to make a birdhouse one day.
“a birdhouse!” she cried as Timothy handed her her birthday present. “why would you make me a birdhouse?”
“I thought you would like to sit at your window and watch the birds feed.” he responded with a shrug.
and he was right she would, the only problem was her window faced a cement wall.
birdhouses with birds in em doin things and eating seeds that u put in the birdhouse. sustainable eco system made possible by us the human race and our uncanny ability to build stuff that help us and other ppl and other animals remember we too are anmmals….
The birdhouse in the yard didn’t house birds. A small winged creature fluttered out every night, but it was not one the inhabitants of the human house would be familiar with. The sprite was very careful to not be seen.
birdhouses are hard to build when your five years old and your daddy promised to help you but decided to get in a fight with mommy instead so you have to figure the confusing instructions on your own. its hard man. i think thats why i hate bird houses..
It sits on the tree branch
Above a red prairie house
Eggs in the rain forward the
sun. Isn’t it wonderful to
ease what one would say to
Lovely happiness in the end,
“Wasn’t it beautiful dear friend?”
wooden tall pretty classy safe hole small nice home food animal place backyard stick
Little bird in your cage. beat beat beat. beat beat beat. One fall and your cage will crack or break. you’re a bird that wants to be free, but not in the way most people think. you’re my little bird,
colors go wild in the breeze of the day. with out thought the birds fly in and fly the never ending cycle of life as it goes on and on through the rest of time. It will never end.
ugh i just came back to this page hoping the word had changed…no dice
she took off.
Well, obviously this makes me think of the They Might Be Giants song “Birdhouse in Your Soul.” My name is Blue Canary one note spelled “L-I-T-E.”
there was one in my grandparent’s yard. my grandfather made it. We used to make them in school with tissue tubes, peanut butter and bird seed. Wait. that’s a bird feeder. not a bird house. I’ve been writing about the wrong word. How sad. Bird houses, I always imagined them huge and beautiful on the inside, with rooms and furniture for the birds.
birdhouse jailhouse rock birdhouse not really inspired by this one bird bath that birds splash in stealing water from my puppy’s water bowl bathing boy loves the water also steals the water every time I am not home and he is in the care of daddy how bizarre i am a mum and he is a dad!
I watched as the birdhouse swang in the the breeze. the robin hopped in and snuggled down, probably with her new hatchlings. The house was a pale brown, like that old pick-up truck we drove around in the night he first told me he loved me…
When I was younger i used to biuld birdhouses with my father. not just my father, but my brother as well. we had actually made one that was pretty big, pretty luxorious compared to a normal wooden birdhouse. to this day, it’s still in my grandmas old, old house. and theres been generations of birds in it.
wood sticks brown birds blue grass sky fly clouds grandpa mr. zachary people kindergarten sticks saw dust
feathers
The birdhouse was all that remained of their time together. A little wooden structure, glazed over with memories, both good and bad. Sometimes, if she listened closely, she could hear these memories whispering quietly. But, as soon as she noticed, the sound would vanish into nothingness.
lixo total
i love birdhouses. birdhouses are fun. you can stick a dick in a birdhouse. birdhouses are blue green yellow orange rainbow orange did i mention yellow? they come in all sorts of shapes and sizes and sometimes you will build them on your own but sometimes cows eat mailboxes. squirrels get into that shit too.
homemade, birdwatching. Orioles and Cardinals bickering in fromnt of the windaw. Kitchy birdhouses sold on roadsides.
there is a bird outside my window that needs a home, because apparently he likes to stand homeless and squeek in my ear louder and louder every morning until I ask my wife to get up and go kill that bird because he is really annoying. I hope he dies someday in a home far far away from here. That is one bad bird that needs a birdhouse.
poop
I want to make a really nice birdhouse and paint the door on.
The birdhouse sat atop a tall tree. There were birds that circled around it, almost as if the birdhouse was some holy shrine. The young boy, ignorant of this spiritual specter through rocks at the house. Who could blame him?