Then we moved to other places, with pretty birds other than seagulls and pigeons and I came to appreciate them a little bit. I guess they're not all bad.
Mike and I were Cub Scout leaders when we lived in Lubbock and one of the activities that we did with the boys was make little bird feeders from a pre-assembled kit. Once we opened the boxes we discovered they were pretty cheapo, the nails included with it were teeny tiny and a lot of them bent as we pounded them in. But still, the boys had fun and I must have had some sentimental attachment to it because somehow it followed us to San Antonio, then our rental house here in California, and finally this house. Uncharacteristic of me to hold on to something that we don't use and is falling apart, but it was in a box with some other items in the garage and I didn't really think about it.
In my attempt to #finishallthethings before baby comes (nesting, plus Spring fever have collided into the perfect storm), I've been going through things in the garage with my husband and I came across our little, sad bird feeder once again.
You can see in the picture that some of the nails were popping out, it really wasn't very sturdy and the bottom felt like it might fall off at any moment. Plus the wood was pretty grungy. I almost just tossed it in the trash, but then I though, eh, why not just hang it in a tree, kids might get a kick out of it.
I like to give my kids a thrill.
Three coats of Rust-Oleum's colonial red (which I already had on hand, and yes, it took three coats to cover up all the wood grain and everything) and a couple of extra nails for security and that bad boy went up in a tree to attract all the flying poopers in the neighborhood.
And yes, I realize that it's supposed to have birdseed in it. I'll get there, one thing at a time people, one thing at a time.