See those little sticks, sticking out? Right before we sold our camper, my daughter Leslie gave me this as a Mother's Day gift. Tiny little camper birdhouse, and I popped it on a plant hanger at the front of the house. Within two weeks someone had moved in. Many varieties of birds actually build two or three nests every season.

I happened to catch a glimpse of one of the residents of this little abode, sitting on top and taking a break, but by the time I grabbed the camera she was gone. Pretty soon I'll begin to hear little cheeps when I step outside to water flowers or grab the newspaper. If I venture too close, I just might get a warning - back off! Sometimes that's how I know a nest is near, birds dive-bombing my head! The little camper bird house with sticks, sticking out? Sweet, sweet. The look on Leslie's face when I showed her a family had moved in already, even better. Better yet - no gas involved pulling this little camper here and there. It's just parked right outside my front door for me to enjoy. Best? T.C. (Tomcat), who lives next door, won't be grabbing any of these babies. They're up about seven feet off the ground, out of his reach.

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