Yes, even caged-type squirrel proof feeders can be unique and fun, and still stop pesky critters from stealing birdseed. These Hour Glass feeders feature translucent glass beads which catch the light… that creates the bling!
In bronze, green or pewter, the powder coat metal will endure years of use and still look great. Tops are secure, and furry critter paws can’t undo them. In fact it took us a couple of tries to open one for filling in the photo at left! There’s also a cool globe and cylinder shape feeder with more color options.
You can save yourself seed and money – and most of all, aggravation with good quality squirrel proof bird feeders. Or you can get a couple of dogs in the yard to keep the crafty critters at bay… but they’ll likely keep the birds away too!
Get this bronze beauty filled with premium seed and a hefty discount… while supplies last!
94 years old, that’s what the lady on the other end of the line stated. Spending her days and nights in an assisted-living facility here in the Atlanta area, she was looking for a bird feeder – a special one for her son’s wedding anniversary gift.
She referred to a solar feeder she had in her yard, and how beautiful it was at night with all the trees behind it. Admittedly at first, I wasn’t so keen on the idea of finding and special-ordering this, as solar feeders are not offered on our website. But the more we spoke… the more I liked her and wanted to help.
Marcella was actually pretty cool, and it was clear how dearly she missed having her yard and the birds. Ponder that thought for a moment: No more yard and no birds… it’s really quite sad if you once knew the simple, yet rewarding pleasures of backyard birding. Not to be able to have or do that anymore pretty much stinks.
The search began, and there were pages and pages on the web, but when I looked, all were out of stock and/or discontinued, and frankly, most looked like junk. Are they really that popular? It was a trip to my local WBU for some seed that spawned the idea… something she, her son and the birds would love to have! I know that manufacturer, made in the USA, good quality and attractive. I can get her this feeder and she’ll be proud to give it as a gift.
Taking her info over the phone was comical, and she insisted getting old is for the birds! I did let her know that 94 is something to be proud of, and that I would not likely make it that long.
The package is due to arrive tomorrow at Wellington Assisted Living, so on Wednesday I’ll definitely call her to see what she thinks. At 26 inches tall, it’s handcrafted cedar with a handsome lamp fixture on top… I think she’ll be pleased!
This post is in your honor Marcella – and thanks for feeding the birds all those years 🙂
No worries if this one looks a little too mod for your taste, this company offers traditional, and even church birdhouse kits! Supporting a cottage industry right here in Athens, Georgia, Box for the Birds has created some of the most innovative and sturdy birdhouse kits to last for many seasons of successful broods, with minimalist and cool packaging too!
Fantastic projects for all ages, these kits require no nails, screws or glue, yet they’re super sturdy. Safe for nestlings and little kids too, they’re way fun to decorate. Box for the Birds provides a fine nest site and swell roosting spot during the “off-season” as well.
Another fresh and innovative idea are the kits created by Tweet Tweet Homes. Recycled plastic, in the most vibrant colors, these birdhouse kits also fit together sans the the tools, nails or glue. Warning: you may need to refer to their directions when assembling this fun puzzle!
Recycled plastics really do help the environment, and many items let you know just how many milk jugs or containers were used in producing that item. Tweet homes are also available in a traditional house shape, and a newer cone shape version too, delivered flat with barely any packaging waste.
Unless you’re aware of the special bonds folks share with their pets, or rescued cats in general, this post is likely not for you. From dear friend and swell writer too:
In late March, a veterinarian at one of the local practices called me to ask if I’d consider taking in a young male cat that had been abandoned there. He was a stray that had roamed around a community for a year or more until someone finally grew a conscience and brought him in to the vet’s to be neutered and get vaccines. He tested positive for feline AIDS, and the people who had brought him in told the vet to put him down. Instead, she called me. Since I’d recently been blessed with a small colony of AIDS cats, I agreed to bring him home.
Up to that point, all he’d been called was “the gray cat.” I figured he deserved better than that, so he became Scotty, a play off The Gray-t Catsby. . . F. Scott Fitzgerald.
So often when a cat has been a roamer, they have a tough adjustment to indoor life, but not this guy. Scotty came through the door here and was immediately at home. He mastered the cat flap to access his secure outdoor space in less than a day and instantly took to his new feline AIDS companions: Lana Tuna (who’s missing most of her teeth), Fritz (who only has one eye), and Fabian (who, thanks to vestibular disorder, has a permanently tilted head.) Scotty knew when it was time for me to feed the dogs. He’d go to his outdoor space and watch me from his catbird seat. I swear he’d actually wave to me as I made my way back up the hill.
What a wonderful cat. He’d hurry to meet me whenever I went to the AIDS cats’ suite. He loved to be held and petted and always made sure to stay close to me on those nights I slept with that bunch of cats. We bonded more tightly with each new day.
On the vet’s recommendation, I consented to give him the FCRVP booster shot three weeks after he came to me. He’d had the original shot when he was first brought in to the vet’s office; the booster is considered standard procedure. In hindsight, I fear that permitting that shot was a serious lapse in judgment on my part. A couple of days after that booster shot, he developed a bad case of respiratory crud which rapidly degenerated into pneumonia. I spent the next six weeks pumping antibiotics and sub-q fluids into him. He was so weak and so sick that it appeared there was no hope. But then he rallied, and it looked like he was going to make it. His lungs were clear and his heart was strong.
Last week, he suddenly spiked with a super high fever (105.5) and once again, the vet and I threw most of the pharmacy at him.
It was too late. His compromised immune system couldn’t fight off whatever the new assailant was. I took him to the vet’s office Tuesday morning with the intention of having him put down, but while we were there, Scotty told me he needed to go back home, at least for a day or two.
Weak though he was, Tuesday afternoon, he struggled out to his favorite place in the outdoor enclosure and spent many hours out there basking in the sunshine. That night, he came back inside and climbed into his favorite kitty bed (see first photo), which I think is where he stayed for the next 24 hours. Last night, I went to check on him just before bedtime. He labored out of his bed and then made his way to each of his pals. One by one, he gave each of them a head butt and licked their ears. Then he tucked himself under a chair, exhausted, and stayed there the entire night.
This morning, his abdomen was grossly distended from accumulated fluid, no doubt causing great pain, and he was obviously jaundiced, probably in complete liver failure. He was too weak to even hold his head up. I asked him if he was ready to go to the bridge, and he said he was.
It took less than a quarter of the contents from Dr. Worthy’s syringe to help sweet, adorable Scotty leave this planet for a place where, we can hope, he is free of all illness and enjoying the exuberance of forever after. When I brought him home from the vet’s office this morning, I left his body with Lana, Fritz, and Fabian so that they could see for themselves that he was gone. I think the second picture gives a good representation of them holding their wake for their friend.
The last photo is my handsome, beloved boy in his burial box, surrounded by hydrangeas, daisies, butterfly bush flowers, and gardenias. I only had three months with him —- not nearly long enough.
If you have something (someone) you love in your life, right now go give them a hug and tell them what they mean to you. I promise you, in the blink of an eye, you may find that it’s your last chance to do so.
Please send a good thought for Scotty as he makes his trip and then send one for me as I grieve his departure. The true measure of love is not the length of the relationship, but the depth of the affection. I’ll miss him every day for the rest of my life.
Peace to us all,
I looked at all the caged animals in the shelter — the cast-offs of human society. I saw in their eyes love and hope, fear and dread, sadness and betrayal. And I was angry. “God,” I said, “this is terrible. Why don’t you do something?” God waited until he was sure I was listening and then He spoke softly. “I have done something,” He replied. “I created you.”
Copyright Jim Willis 1999
With summer months come new visitors, the exotics and migratory birds who winter in South and Central America. Recently we had the coolest family of Catbirds, their calls are most intriguing, one could sit and listen for hours if time allowed. A lone Oriole passed through, and a Painted Bunting proved for some real eye candy. Of course, one of our all-time favorites, hummingbirds showed up a few weeks early this year too.
None of these birds are likely to check out our boring hopper bird feeders, so the variety offered is a good way to entice more beaked buddies. Fresh water in a birdbath is also an excellent way to attract more birds too.
This handcrafted number is made from stoneware and bamboo to ensure many seasons of use. There’s a small hopper for a cache of peanuts or larger seed mixes, hollow logs for stuffing suet treats, and a stoneware ring for an ear of corn… now that’s variety! Standard suet cakes may be cut into sections for filling the logs, and plenty of dough type suets are available. They’re easy to scoop out and pliable for inserting. Although Mr. Jay is shown here, lots of other species are bound to check out the cool design with multiple offerings.
But should you still be stuck on traditional hopper style feeders, one can still be creative with a kit like this one. Sturdy cedar means this feeder will be around for years, and imagination is the limit. Paint it in bold, fun colors or add an interesting stain. Then your boring hopper bird feeder is anything but mundane!