Yesterday afternoon I rode around the back forty hanging a few of my leftover birdhouses. I'm not overwhelmed with them, but I have enough. Each spring when I clean them out, repair and rehang them, Elenka always seems to roll her eyes and ask, "Is that a new one?" or "Where did that one come from?" I don't usually give her a heads-up about new ones. I just hang 'em and see how long it takes her to notice. They are not in any way approaching the hundreds, and they are not in anyway shape or manner 'perfect', but as I like to say about lots of things in my world--- they're good enough. This one I picked up from an artist friend who was building them as a project with kids to place in a garden. The hole is probably too big to keep intruders out, but I just like it up back to keep me company. It's bright and has found a home here amid sturdy pine branches.