Every now and then the universe aligns itself with me. This is a rare occurrence that I believe resulted in my meeting Dirtman and receiving the Heirs as sons.
Another happy result of this once-in-a-blue-moon kismet is that when it is happening, if I wish for something, I get it.
So, during one of these serendipitous events I said, "I wish I had a bluebird house," knowing that even if I was able to go on line and figure out a way to make one, I didn't have the tools or scrap to make it out of nor the money to purchase it.
Readers of this blog know of my infatuation with birds in general but, more specifically, of my obsession with luring a bluebird family to my vicinity. I don't know why this is, I just do. I love the color of bluebirds and I find them...mmmm...I don't know...comforting.
I never really got to enjoy last year's bluebirds (I link this again for any newcomers. The rest of you are probably sick to death of this post. It's just my way of keeping it real.) and it looked like I was going to lose out this year also.
Fortunately, I have a woodworking father-in-law who took time out to not only build me one bluebird house, but two. And they're so adorable that I want to move into them.
Dirtman got them up in time so that maybe they'll be inhabited this year. I was going to decoratively paint the white one, but it was more important to get it up and un-human-smelling before it's time for the bluebirds to start scouting for nesting sites.