Wrapped in clear cellophane, they make for a great presentation when topped with a simple bow. In sets of two’s, one buy gets two teachers, with something unique and actually usable!
Handcrafted in the USA, real wood birdhouses are used below the premium seed. Songbirds love them now as feeders and later as houses and roosting spots. The larger version is a super cool full-size wren house (All-Seasons Casita) and both are on sale now.
Think outside the box this year for a special teacher who’s put forth extra effort inspiring students. Gifts like these are for now and later and do keep on giving… back to the birds 🙂
Though most of of the articles here are informative (we hope so anyway), they’re also a means of advertising and getting folks to our main website. We think some of our wood birdhouses are worthy of the big screen… enough for a second look, even if to say “what the heck?” Birds find them pretty swell places to raise their young, and they do seem to evoke a smile from cat enthusiasts. So check out what we stumbled upon.
Of the sensory overload bombardments we’re hit with daily, Zeusvision is something new and fun. Extreme, these are 40-foot buses built from chassis up with 31-foot digital screens on each side. Buses are complete with top-notch audio systems delivering the best sound money can buy. To experience this up close is to experience something pretty awesome and unusual!
The platform can serve for public messaging where anyone could get their personal words or commercial ads seen in crowded public spaces. Ads though are just one example; a sports mom could use it to congratulate her son’s team on their championship victory, announcing a wedding proposal or birthday, or just say something special in a larger-than-life way! The innovation makes big media accessible to everyone, because your words or product may deserve a tad more than a simple post on social media channels.
Big city outdoor ads are clearly dominated by large companies due to high costs associated with prime real estate. So they run their buses in these prime locations as well. New York City, Los Angeles, Hollywood, Santa Monica, and Beverly Hills are just a few, with new markets being added continuously.
And because it’s affordable for individuals and smaller companies like us, we’re fixin’ to put fat cat wood birdhouse up on the big screen! We’ll keep you posted on how it goes 🙂
Over 4 months later, this cheesy company went back on their word. After providing artwork for the ads… they failed to run anything. Thumbs down guys!
My friend’s a pretty decent writer, some of the cat stories are quite touching… this is one of them. If you happen to be a cat person who’s crazy enough to have a few wood birdhouses that resemble your cats (us), or even one who’s remotely fond of your pets, then read on. And if you’ve ever wondered about an animals’ capacity for love or understanding – this will should also be of interest.
My animal rescue work has brought a number of new friends into my life. This story is about two of them: Sara and Michelle. Either of them will happily and readily tell you that each is the others very best friend. I don’t know much about their history — things like how they met and how long they’ve been friends. I do know they both have dedicated countless hours and immeasurable amounts of energy to making lives better for neglected and abused animals, and as far as I’m concerned, that’s one of their most important characteristics.
In the spring of 2012, Sara left Florida and moved out west. One of her last rescue efforts before leaving this part of the country (she continues her work on behalf of animals prior to moving was to place a leukemia positive cat with me. He’s a big, fluffy, all black guy that I named “Bartholomew,” (heavy on the “MEW,”) in hopes he’d be a mellow fellow. Turns out that I usually call him “Bart,” as in Black Bart. He’s not a bad cat, just an independent guy who never has had much use for sitting in laps or having his head rubbed or human interaction of any sort.
In July of last year, Michelle and her daughter rescued a poor little waif of a kitten from animal control. As the Fates would have it, he tested positive for leukemia. At Sara’s urging, Michelle contacted me, and tiny orange Samson (Sammy) came to live at my house. If ever there was an irresistibly cute kitten on the face of the earth, Sammy was that cat. Everyone who met him fell instantly in love with him. I did my very best not to tumble head over heels for him because I know the usual outcome for kittens born with the leukemia virus, but I was powerless to resist his charms. Within two days of his arrival here, I was hopelessly hooked.
Sammy was clearly a cat that veterinarians label “at risk.” He was anemic, underweight (at his prime, he was less than six pounds), prone to respiratory infections, and generally frail. But what he lacked in physical stamina, he more than made up for in sweetness and personality. Truly as endearing an animal as has ever crossed my path.
Three weeks ago, Sammy took ill. He’d been sick other times and always managed to pull past it, but this illness was more serious. I took him to the vet in late May and over the next 20 days, we threw most of the pharmacy at him, but with no immune system thanks to the wretched leukemia virus, he couldn’t fight this foe.
He and I were at the vet’s office when it opened this morning. In three weeks’ time, he’d lost nearly a quarter of his body weight. His chest cavity was filled with fluid leaving him on the verge of congestive heart failure, and the vet said his lungs sounded like crinkling cellophane, almost certainly pneumonia. The only compassionate choice was to kiss his head over and over and over for all the people who loved him and send him on his way.
I brought him home in his burial box and left his body on the deck with the group of cats he’d hung out with while he was my boy — including big black Bart. From the first picture, you can see that several of his pals spent a minute or two paying their respects. One by one, most of them went on their way, but Bart lingered. And lingered. Bart and Sammy hadn’t been particularly good buddies. They didn’t fight, but likewise, they didn’t snooze together or engage in a close friendship. It struck me as odd that Bart needed all this time to say goodbye to Sammy.
Look at this picture. Bart is hugging Sammy’s burial box — not unlike what I’ve seen humans do if they’ve lost a particularly beloved family member or friend. When I went to pick up Sammy’s box, Bart literally clung to the towel that was draped over it, begging me to let him have a little more time with Sammy. I remarked out loud to Bart that I didn’t understand why he was so upset by Sammy’s death since they hadn’t been that close in life.
As I put the box back down, Bart fixed a gaze on me that ate right to my soul. Anyone who’s spent much time around animals knows the look I’m referring to. It’s the one that roughly translated means, “I know you’re merely a human being and therefore have limited cranial capacity, but try really hard to think about this situation.” Pause, pause. “Think about how it is that Sammy and I came to be your fur kids.”
Picture the light bulb blinking on over my head…. Okay. Got it.
Bart wasn’t just saying goodbye to Sammy for himself. He was Sara’s emissary, bearing her spirit all the way from Colorado to be here to lend comfort and support to Michelle and her daughter’s spirits for the loss of precious Sammy. Bart knew the importance of drawing the circle of love very tightly around Sammy’s earthly remains so that all the people who had played a part in saving his life (albeit for much too short a time by our human measure) could take sustenance from each other and find the strength to move past this sorrow.
Oh, the lessons these dumb animals impart. Dumb animals, indeed. If anyone ever makes a comment about unthinking, unfeeling animals, maybe you’ll tell them about how Bart & Sara and Sammy & Michelle came together for one essential group hug at precisely the right, crucial moment.
Reclaimed materials are used to craft these decorative birdhouses with vintage style. Hand made in Texas, Lorenzo Padilla creates original pieces using historic architectural elements and salvaged materials. Unique bird homes are reborn in these fine artworks, each is branded with his trademark emblem. Tin roofs and iron adornments pretty much started here about 20 years ago, widely copied by others today-but not the same!
Some of the siding and materials date back to the nineteenth century, sturdy woods rich in history that will withstand elements beautifully.
For nest clean-out, it’s fairly simple to back out 2 screws on the roof and gently lift the tin panel. Chickadees, wrens, titmice and other small songbirds will be happy to take up residence and call these places home... a fine nest site and roost for cold nights too.
A few other decorative works for home and garden can be found. Tall cabinets with scroll front grates (which haven’t made it to the site yet) are absolute works of period art.
Although these houses are for the birds – most folks prefer to keep them as indoor decor!
Wishing all a Happy & Safe Memorial Day Holiday!
Extremely bird-friendly, and fun, puzzle-like birdhouse kits to assemble, several went out the door as holiday gifts this month. One in particular had a pretty cool story behind it, and the card was signed “Frank Lloyd Wren”. The sender thought it fun to keep the recipient guessing!
So when we received a letter with Frank Lloyd Wren in the subject line, it rang a bell, and raised an eyebrow. Read on if you have any doubt in small world syndrome:
Turns out that a friend halfway across the country happens to be a mutual friend of one of those recipients. While visiting over the holidays and celebrating good cheer, the topic of birdhouses came up. When my friend mentioned our business, the recipient exclaimed “that’s where the birdhouse kit was from!”
Turns out our friend is a good friend of the recipient of Frank Lloyd Wren! So, to John and Deb: May your new birdhouses host many successful broods over the years! And to the sender, Deb’s sister in TX… great choice! By the way, the Cedar Side Entry Bird House should also entice a nuthatch or two to your place in spring!