This is one of the many birdhouses in my garden. Something about birdhouse I love, can't put my finger on it though. Maybe it is the little treasure I find in there every now and then. A bird will decide to create it's nest in one of the house and hatch it little ones, I love the sound of the baby birds tweeting waiting for their mom to bring them food. Then one day you wake up and they have flown the coup so I wait another year until the new mom's start work on their little families. My way of watching the seasons change, I always know spring has arrived when I hear the sound of the birds.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Day 52/365 - 2010
This is one of the many birdhouses in my garden. Something about birdhouse I love, can't put my finger on it though. Maybe it is the little treasure I find in there every now and then. A bird will decide to create it's nest in one of the house and hatch it little ones, I love the sound of the baby birds tweeting waiting for their mom to bring them food. Then one day you wake up and they have flown the coup so I wait another year until the new mom's start work on their little families. My way of watching the seasons change, I always know spring has arrived when I hear the sound of the birds.
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